1.^EFour and twenty years ago, I come into this life. The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife. He was ^G5tired ^A5of being po^E5or, and he was^G5n`t into<sup>A5</sup> selling door to do<sup>E5</sup>or. And he worked<sup>G5</sup> like the dev<sup>A5</sup>il to be mo<sup>E7</sup>re. <sup>E</sup> 2.A different kind of poverty Now upsets me so, night after Sleeples night I walk the floor and Want to know why am I so alon? Where is my woman? Can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone? 3.Mornin` comes the sunrise and I`m Driven to my bed. I see that it is Empty and there`s devils in my head. I embrace the many-colored beast, I grow weary of the torment. Can there be no peace? ^G5 And I find myself ^A5just wishin`that my ^E7life would simply cease.