Thing I'm in is just a sack o'woe Always screaming cause I'm suffering so Life's done never such a terrible blow Misery company and I'm feeling low Trouble follows me wherever I go Trouble one thing I understand Seems to be a part of me Misery and me go

Everyone considered him the coward of the county "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" He'd never stood one single time to prove