The Story Of My Life

The Story Of My Life - Canned Heat

If my mother hadn't died

Lord my father left his child at home

If my mother hadn't died

'Cause my father left his child at home

Well my life wouldn't be so miserable baby

I wouldn't feel so all alone

I was born in Alabama

Yeah well I was raised up in Tennessee

I was born in Alabama

Yeah well I was raised up in Tennessee

While I lived through all this sorrow

Someone's always tried 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

Yeahah and misery everyday