11 Times I've Been Busted 11 times I've been busted 11 times I've been to jail Some of the times I've been there Nobody could have built my bed Well it seems to me, Lord, that This old boy just don't fit Well I jump in a rose bush And come out smelling like shh Those men dressed in blue Never done so right by me Some of the times I was innocent But the judge said guilty Well I'm not one to complain Son, I'll tell you the truth Tell the truth, whoa Tell the truth When the black cats cross the trail, Lord Lord, they come in pairs of two Misery times two Double trouble That's what my friends are called Double trouble Double trouble I said double, double T-R-O-U-B-L-E Double trouble Well I was born down in a gutter With a temper hot as fire Spent 90 days on a payphone Just to do any count as time Well now, even Mama Said son, you're bad news Bad news And it won't be too long Before someone pulls one through you Double trouble That's what my friends are called Double trouble Double trouble I said double, double T-R-O-U-B-L-E Double trouble That's what my friends are called Double trouble Double trouble I said double, double T-R-O-U-B-L-E Double trouble Trouble, trouble Double trouble Trouble, trouble Lord, I need trouble Double trouble Double, double Trouble, trouble Trouble, trouble