Seems like everything I do, people
I'd do it wrong
Seems like everything I do, people
I'd do it wrong
Ever since my
My poor mother been gone
Why should I get kicked around
And treated like a poor dog
Why should I get kicked around
And treated like a poor dog
I'm gonna take my troubles
Take my troubles to the lord
Yeah my poor mother
Would turn over in her cold cold grave
You know my poor mother
Would turn over in her poor grave
If she'd know her son was treated like a slave
You know that I strayed away
Like a lost sheep from its fold
Yes I just strayed away
Just like a lost sheep from its fold
Yeah I'll tell you al about it
No the half ain't never been told
Why should I get kicked around, people?
Like a poor dog
Why should I get kicked around, people?
Like a poor dog
I'm gonna take my troubles
Take my troubles to the lord