From the recording Grace
Yeah, you meet someone in a bar or at a party and you know right off that you’re looking at trouble - looking it right in the eyes. This song describes the night I met my wife. I can still see her at that party, rocking a sleek black jumpsuit and a wild mess of red hair. The way she gave me that sideways glance - I just knew I was in trouble. Everything in the song is straight from that night - the setting, the vibe, even her outfit. And the music? It's got that Texas Roadhouse feel with a touch of honky-tonk piano, kind of like Delbert McClinton.
Lyrics
thought I’d play it cool
Be a natural man
But I’m hanging on, you know
the best that I can
Hands starting to shake
And I’m starting to sweat
She’s looking back at me
Through the smoke of that cigarette
You know, it’s not in the plan
I’m getting weak in the knees
I’m looking at trouble
You know she’s staring back at me
Hold to my nerve
Buy her a drink
But the way the room is spinning
It’s getting hard to think
In that long jump suit
With the zipper up the back
Every time she spins around
She’s gonna give me a heart attack
Chorus
I thought I had game
The man with the plan
But Jesus take the wheel
You know I’m spinning right out of control
Have mercy on me, girl
A little pity on me
I’m just a braindead,
Redhead-chasing catastrophe
Not in the plans
I’m getting weak in the knees
I got redhead trouble
You know she’s lookin’ back at me
I got redhead trouble
I swear she’s lookin’ back at me