Whitesnake - Trouble

I was raised a gamblers 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 Im lonely, Im out of control,
I need someone to understand
The badness in my soul.