Troubles Of My Own

Nobody knows my trouble

Nobody seems to care

Bad luck and trouble

Follow me everywhere

Well, I went to the fortune-teller

And I had my fortune told

She said, "Son, don't worry

Day will change when you grow old"

Well, I held my head up high

And I started, started to cry

I'm not gonna worry

Day will change by and by

Well, I went to the fortune-teller

And I had my fortune told

She said, "Son, don't worry

Day will change when you grow old"

Well, you can see my dear old mother

My father, sister and brother

Tell them don't worry

I'm through with all my trouble