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