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