Trouble Brother lyrics by Harmonica and Primal Scream

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Trouble Brother by Harmonica and Primal Screamالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Trouble Brother by Harmonica and Primal Scream

Trouble Brother
You know its got no color man
Trouble Brother
You know its one to another

Trouble known all over the world
Trouble made for every boy and girl
Trouble known all over the sea
Trouble made for you and me

Trouble Brother
You know its got no color man
Trouble Brother
You know its one to another

Trouble made for the average youth
Trouble made for those young inside too
Trouble known high and low
Trouble made for in and out the door

Trouble Brother
You know its got no color man
Trouble Brother
You know its one to another

Down In the White House
Down in the poor house
Down on the street
Where the all folks meet
On the TV
A look at me
Everywhere I go
Trouble I know

Trouble Brother
You know its got no color man
Trouble Brother
You know its got no color man

Trouble known all over the world
Trouble made for every boy and girl
Trouble known all over the sea
Trouble made for you and me

Trouble Brother
You know its got no color man
Trouble Brother
You know its got no color man

A down on the corner, if ya wanna
Down in the town, I got to get on down
Carry my gun, my papa's son
Trouble Brother got no color
In the White House
In the poor house
On the street
Where folks meet
Got no color man
Trouble Brother

Writer : BRADLEY, ROBERT
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing