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