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.