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

Whoa hell and misery everyday