Trouble At Home

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