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.