If I would look for trouble
No trouble I'd find
Out on a sea of danger
Red weather is fine
If I was death to thunder
Six feet under
In a box made of pine
I wouldn't have the heartache
Of when you were mine

Oh, I could forge through valleys a
And not break a sweat
Enter a deal with gamblers
No sense of regret
If I could blow my money
Spend it sonny
Run up a big debt
I wouldn't rue the future
If we never met

Were we trying
No denying this
Always wishing
For a little kiss

If I would look for trouble
No trouble I'd find
Out on a sea of danger
Red weather is fine
If I was death to thunder
Six feet under
In a box made of pine
I wouldn't have the heartache
Of when you were mine

If I could steal tomorrow
No sorrow I’d find
No need to beg or borrow
Or swallow my pride
And I don’t fret the weather
It gets better
With the passing of time
And I wouldn’t have the heartache
Of when you were mine