Corb Lund - Trouble In The Country Lyrics

There were signs of a struggle at the rodeo grounds

There was a body in the bleachers not making no sounds

Blood in the grandstand, blood on the seats

The county cops called in the mounted police


There?s trouble in the country, trouble country style

Don?t blink twice or you?ll miss it by a country mile

Trouble in the country, trouble country style

Don?t think twice or you?ll miss it by a country mile


We took a bulldogger's money from him playin stook

But he's an oklahoma thug and he didn't want it took

Pistol came out so we played some more

Lost most of it back to him, headed for the door


Tried to sell my cows but the border got closed

So we'll tighten up the belt and ride it out I spose

Feedin calved out heifers and their young uns too

Spending money on hay to feed beef I can't use


Larry lost a thumb when he dallied too quick

At the jackpot ropin down on boundary crick

When we was all kids that's the first thing we learned!

That the reata bites and the saddle horn burns

So it's thumbs up, brother, when you take your turns

But when the money gets big people get hurt