Trouble's comin' with the right and back, back and to the leftTrouble's comin' with the right and back, back and to the leftThe street lights are shoutin' out, so I can't tell where she's beenTrouble's comin' with the right and back, back and to the leftBig Leg Ida could not do withoutOh, Big Leg Ida could not do withoutNow she's on the chain gang, singin' with her teeth pulled downBig Leg Ida could not do withoutNo, you can't get more when there ain't no more aroundYou can't get more when there ain't no more aroundPack it up while you still can, baby, move to higher groundYou can't get more when there ain't no more aroundBig Leg Ida call me on the phoneOh, Big Leg Ida call me on the phoneShe put down her receiver and picked up her valve tromboneBig Leg Ida call me on the phoneI say T-R-O-U-B-L-EThat's how I spell Ida, that's how she spells meIt's just T-R-O-U-B-L-EPlay it, boysSo give me junk band music and a pint of TennesseeHey, give me junk band music and a pint of TennesseeTrouble's brought her mandolin, well, that gets her in for freeGive me junk band music and a pint of TennesseeThank you for watching!