where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die
madman101

memories of philly, the streets of

sorry buddies - i'm too ill to comment for a while.  be good.

TROUBLE SO HARD

CHORUS:
O Lord, trouble so hard. (2)
Yes, indeed, my trouble is hard (2)
O, Lord, trouble so hard. (2)
Don’t nobody know my troubles but God. (2)
Yes, indeed, my trouble’s so hard. (2)
O Lord, trouble so hard. (2)

1. Wait and let me tell you what the sister will do:
’Fo’ your face, she have a love for you,
’Hind your back, scandalize your name,
Jest the same you have to bear the blame.

CHORUS

2. Wait and let me tell you what your brother will do:
’Fo’ your face, have a love for you,
’Hind your back, scandalize your name,
Jest the same you have to bear the blame.

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