The Story Of My Life

Yeah, my mother hadn't died

Lord, my father left his child at home

If my mother hadn't died

Lord, my father left his child at home

Well, my life won't be so miserable, baby

I wouldn't feel so all alone

I was born in Alabama

People, I was raised up in Tennessee

I was born in Alabama

People, I was raised up in Tennessee

Well, I lived through all this sorrow

Someone's always tryin' to hurt poor me

Well, I'd rather be lyin' dead

Sleepin' way down in my grave

Well, I'd rather be dead

Sleepin' way down in my grave

Than to live all this sorrow

Yeah, and misery every day