Hwy 17 Songtext
von Digging Roots

Well, it′s early in the day and
I sure do feel all right
I was dark in the evening but
This morning I feel so light
I met Trouble on Highway 17 late last night
And I left him in a box
I locked up good and tight

Oh, Trouble won't be coming ′round here no more,
No, Trouble won't be coming 'round here no more

It was a simple operation and
A flawless execution
Trouble never knew what
Hit ′em ′til it was done
I didn't need no rope and
I didn′t need no gun
'Cause Trouble had it comin′ and
He knew that he was done


No more Trouble
Trouble no more, no, no
No more Trouble, Trouble no more

No more Trouble in my bed or at my door
Oh, Trouble won't be coming ′round here no more

My conscience rests easy
It was the perfect crime
It was fast and it was clean
Elegant in design
Well, I looked him in the eye and
He knew he'd crossed the line
'Cause when Trouble laid his hands
On me it would be his last time

Oh, no more Trouble
Trouble no more

No more Trouble, Trouble no more
No more Trouble in my bed or at my door
Trouble won′t be coming ′round here no more