Half Ain't Been Told

Seems like everything I do, peoples, I do it wrong
Seems like everything I do, peoples, I 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 all 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
By ZXC_自行车