Whitesnake - Woman Trouble Blues

(Coverdale/Vandenberg)
The womans name was trouble,
She put the blame on me
I asked her what her game was,
She said "Misery"
I didn`t ask no questions,
I did not even pray
When the angel on my shoulder
Said I should walk away
You promised me heaven,
But, you gave me hell,
Cut me down to the bone
With your kiss and tell
Nobody listens to a word I say,
Still I`m gonna curse you, woman,
`Til my dying day
I should have known better
With a girl like you
You shame the devil
With the things you do
I was blind, now I see
A lying woman be the death of me
I got woman trouble blues,
Woman trouble blues
You told me it was meant to be,
But, all you did was put the hurt on me
You made my life a living hell,
And drowned my dreams in the wishing well
I`ve got woman trouble blues,
Woman trouble blues
There ain`t no doubt I`m going down
The womans name was trouble,
She put the blame on me,
I gave her what she wanted
And I got misery
Now I don`t take much persuading,
At times I`m easily led,
I`m gonna find myself in a prison cell
Thro` the lying things she said
I`ll stand accused on judgement day,
And pray the lord hears what I say
All my life I never learned,
I played with fire and I got burned
Woman trouble blues,
I got woman trouble blues
Woman trouble blues,
Mean ol` woman trouble blues