My soul is wearying
My soul is wearying
My soul is wearying
I said my soul is wearying

My soul is wearying
Beating down from all of my misery, yeah
Oh Lord, who [bad word] me?

Gotta hold of my heart
Keeps me bound
Where the whole wide world is free, yeah
Oh Lord, who [bad word] me?

My home is a wreckage, a family ground
In plight and poverty, yeah
Oh Lord, who [bad word] me?