Half Ain't Been Told

Seems like everything I do, people I'd do it wrong Seems like everything I do, people I'd do it wrong Ever since my My poor mother been gone Why should I get kicked around And treated like a poor dog Why should I get kicked around And treated like a poor dog I'm gonna take my troubles Take my troubles to the lord Yeah my poor mother Would turn over in her cold cold grave You know my poor mother Would turn over in her poor grave If she'd know her son was treated like a slave You know that I strayed away Like a lost sheep from its fold Yes I just strayed away Just like a lost sheep from its fold Yeah I'll tell you al about it No the half ain't never been told Why should I get kicked around, people? Like a poor dog Why should I get kicked around, people? Like a poor dog I'm gonna take my troubles Take my troubles to the lord