Trouble With a Capital T Songtext
von Horslips

High on the mountain stands a boat,
But are they gods or real folk?
We can′t see the fire but we smell the smoke.
Who'll take the plough? Who′ll be the yoke?
Night after night I don't believe.
We are the ones you won't deceive.
Not a thing will you achieve
′Cos we belong and we won′t leave.

Trouble, trouble.
I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me.
Trouble, trouble.
Trouble with a capital T.


Lay down your silver and your gold.
I′m a man who can't be sold.
And, even when my heart grows cold,
I′ll curse your evil stranglehold.
The waves are running much too high.
It's got so dark can′t see the sky.
But a change is coming by and by,
A time to laugh, a time to die.

Trouble, trouble.
I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me.
Trouble, trouble.
Trouble with a capital T.

Been so long away from home,
I almost made this place my own.
Now it seems I'll soon be gone,
Moving on and all alone.
High on the mountain stands a boat,
But are they gods or real folk?
We can′t see the fire but we smell the smoke.
Who′ll take the plough? Who'll be the yoke?

Trouble, trouble.
I try to chase trouble but it′s chasing me.
Trouble, trouble.
Trouble with a capital T.


Trouble, trouble.
I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me.
Trouble, trouble.
Trouble with a capital T.