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Good Trouble
Some fights are worth the bruise. "Good Trouble" is a mid-tempo country-soul walk down the kind of road where a man plants his feet and says no more. Richard Dall sings it low and steady, that warm baritone sitting close to the mic, more front porch than pulpit, more truth than noise.
The story is small and plain, the way the real ones are. A door held open when it would be easier to shut it. A hand that won't sign what it knows is wrong. There is no shouting here, only a man deciding that his name is worth more than his comfort, and paying for it without complaint.
"A man can lose his place without losing his spine."
The rhythm keeps a slow, sure pulse, like footsteps that don't hurry and don't turn back. It carries the same grit that runs through One More Hill — dignity when the light goes thin, resilience when the easy thing is to fold.
This one is for the people who stand up when it costs them something. For the quiet holdouts, the fathers teaching their kids what a backbone is, anyone who ever chose the hard right over the soft wrong and kept walking.
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Mama told me stay out the way, Keep my head down, don't make a wave. But the rhythm grabbed me by the collar, Said boy, go spend your last dollar. I'm in good trouble, the right kind of wrong, Dancing too loud to a stranger's song. Shake off the worry, leave it on the floor, Good trouble's knocking, let it through the door. Suit a little wrinkled, smile a little wide, Trouble's just joy that the squares can't hide. I'm in good trouble, the right kind of wrong, Dancing too loud to a stranger's song. Good trouble's knocking, let it through the door.