Corb Lund - Trouble In The Country lyrics

There were signs of a struggle at the rodeo grounds There was a body in the bleachers not making no sounds Blood in the grandstand, blood on the seats The county cops called in the mounted police There's trouble in the country, trouble country style Don't blink twice or you'll miss it by a country mile Trouble in the country, trouble country style Don't think twice or you'll miss it by a country mile We took a bulldogger's money from him playin stook But he's an oklahoma thug and he didn't want it took Pistol came out so we played some more Lost most of it back to him, headed for the door Tried to sell my cows but the border got closed So we'll tighten up the belt and ride it out I spose Feedin calved out heifers and their young uns too Spending money on hay to feed beef I can't use Larry lost a thumb when he dallied too quick At the jackpot ropin down on boundary crick When we was all kids that's the first thing we learned! That the reata bites and the saddle horn burns So it's thumbs up, brother, when you take your turns But when the money gets big people get hurt