Song Lyrics

I want your money
But your money ain't right
So I'm packing it in
I stay at home every night
And, our place had cleared out
The bad luck had fallen
And no one came knocking
No one came calling

And when things got real bad
Oh, people got scared
Well I got worried
So we took what we could get
And all you fair-weather watchers
Watch out and beware
When your trouble comes knocking
I hope you ain't there

With a sword in a bag in my trunk
I keep my eyes and my mind on the road
'Cause it's a hard, hard of hearing [?]
Every handshake-grinning tone
When your grave disaster falls

And out of the purple woods
From a season in Hell
Of the human dawn
There was nothing left
But you pulled me out from beneath the wheel
With a cry in the name
We began to heal

And then things got real bad
Oh, people got scared
Well I got worried
We took what we could get
And all you fair-weather watchers
Watch out and beware
When your trouble comes knocking
I hope you ain't there

With a sword in a bag in my trunk
I keep my eyes and my mind on the road
'Cause it's a hard, hard of hearing [?]
Every handshake-grinning tone
When your grave disaster falls

Taylor Kirk

The duration of Trouble Comes Knocking is 5:26 minutes and seconds.