Текст песни Story Of My Life - Canned Heat

Yeah, my mother had not died
Lord, my father left his child at home
If my mother had not died
Lord, my father left his child at home
Maybe, my life wouldn'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've lived through all this sorrow
Someone's always tryin' to hurt po' 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
Yeaaah, and misery every day.