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 Whoa, hell and misery everyday