I made up my mind*
 I've got trouble at home
 I made up my mind
 I've got trouble in my home

 And when the rain stops fallin'
 I've got a feeling
 I'll be alone

 The baby keeps cryin'
 She's in so much misery and pain
 My baby keeps on cryin
 Lord, she's in so much misery and pain

 Well I tried to be a good man
 But I keep going wrong again

 I worry 'bout my children
 Uhh, I'd hate them to see what's goin' on
 I worry 'bout my children, people
 Lord, I'd hate them to see what's goin' on

 Why should they have to suffer
 When it's you and me that's going wrong