(Composição: 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
