Lyrics
If my mother hadn't died
Lord, and my father left his child at home
If my mother hadn't died
Lord, and my father left his child at home
Maybe my life wouldn't have been so miserable, baby
Lord, and I wouldn't be so all alone
I was born in Alabama
Lord, and I was raised up in Tennessee
I was born in Alabama
Lord, and I was raised up in Tennessee
But no matter where I travel
Someone have always tried to hurt poor me
Well, I'd rather be lying dead
Sleeping way down in my grave
Lord, and to live on in this sorrow
Woah, and misery every day
