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