Maybe it's alright Maybe it's OK, I don't know But I tell ya If my tears were money, I'd be a millionaire today You know, the only thing I get to have right, now it's turning out all wrong, mama You can't believe what they've done to my song ma, that I wrote myself They put it in a plastic bag and they turned the bag upside down, mama Lord, if I could find a good book, I'd never have to come out and look at, uh What they trying to do to my brain It's a shame mama, you see they They done pick it like a chicken bone And I'm-ah just about to go insane I'm insane, insane, mama I'm going crazy, mama, that's what it is Lord knows I don't care what they done to my song No, I don't care about that, but see The main thing, mama What they trying to do to me You see, well they stole everything I had, mama And they made a million with it, and you know that hurts But oh, I'm gonna keep on working on the building, Just like you taught me, mama Whoah, yes I will, yes I will, yeah
