My brother he is coming

Down the stairs he’s

Going to find me going

To carry me up again and

I have not felt like this

For more than fifteen

Day’s feel better in the

Morning if I sleep out

In the rain

Mama’s hand it feels

Cool on my head little

Boy says: “Papa, why did

You do it all again?”

I have been mistreated

But I have never been

Misled in another couple

Of weeks I’ll find another

Couple of friends

And I’ll take my good

Natured person and call

Myself somebody’s

Friend I need diverson

I need something I can

Mend and I ain’t too

Proud to beg so I’m

Going to ask you politely

Won’t you please kick me

Feel free