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