By dean friedman

I was only four when my father left home
Little baby sister, mama and me
They were only children when they got married
How they gonna raise a family?

Daddy got a job in a canned good factory
Working like a fool day after day
Coming home to tv thrills and doctor bills
Till he had to take a cut in pay he said,

I've had enough I've had enough
I've had enough I've had enough

I was always trouble when I was in school
Someone always making me tow the line
Finally went and told the bastard where to go
He can get theirs, but he can't touch mine

I was in the army when I was sixteen
All the rain I thought it would never stop
Brought away an armload of souvenirs and
Now you know I still can't find a job I said,

I've had enough I've had enough
I've had enough I've had enough

Help me help me help me help me I don't want to hurt
I have always done my best but nothing seems to work nothing seems to work

I was never asking for charity,
Only that I get what I have earned
And that I be treated with respect
And God knows why but you've still not learned

I am not a liar or insincere
I have always treated you people fair
There were times I turned my whole self inside out but damn it
You never seemed to care now,

I've had enough I've had enough
I've had enough I've had enough