Askin' For Trouble, by Allison McCulloch
Askin' For Trouble  

   
Fourteen in a pick-up truck
And fallen into dumb, hard luck
Fishin' for a cigarette
With a guy she just kinda met


She's Askin' For Trouble but she thinks she's doing right
Tomorrow seems so out of her sight
She's Askin' For Trouble and maybe she'll get it tonight

Been married 15 years, tucks her son into bed
She'll forgive him "this one drink" again and again'
She figures one day he'll realize
But his destruction is occurin' right before her eyes

(Repeat chorus)
Thanksgiving 1997 Allison McCulloch

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