The Story of My Life

If my mother had not died and my father left this child at home

Well, if my mother had not died and my father left this child at home

Oh well, maybe I wouldn’t be so miserable people, I wouldn’t be so all

Alone

Oh well, I was born in a small town

Well, I was raised down by the sea

Oh well, I was born in a small town

And I was raised down by the sea, oh yeah

But no matter where I travel you know somebody trying to hurt for me

Oh well, I’ve never been lying dead, I sat six feet in the grave

Yes I would, then to be lagging in this misery

Woah, hell and misery everyday