(david coverdale & bernie marsden)
i was raised a gambler's son
and before i could walk,
i had to learn how to run
and i never, never ever
played a loaded dice
but, i rolled a lot of women
with a heart as cold as ice
on the run again
looking for a place to hide,
everywhere i look there is trouble,
always coming my way,
trouble always coming my way
baby i'm lonely, i'm out of control,
i need someone to understand
the badness in my soul
though i never, i never
stole another man's wife
but, i fooled around plenty enough
and i got what i paid for
on the run again
looking for a place to hide,
everywhere i look there is trouble,
trouble always coming my way
trouble
on the run again
looking for a place to hide,
everywhere i look there is trouble,
trouble always coming my way
trouble always coming my way, trouble always coming... |