Your pillow don't get wet when I go to bed and weep
Your eyes don't turn red when I don't get my sleep
Your world don't fall apart when my phone don't ring
You say you feel for me but you don't feel a thing
Mercy have mercy on me mercy have mercy on me
A little bit of understandin' and a little bit of sympathy
And a little bit of mercy on me
You don't like the clothes I wear and you don't like my friends
You don't like my job or the town we're livin' in
You don't like my momma and you don't like my dog
I bet if the truth was known that you don't like this song
Repeat #2
Writer(s): Laurence Clack, Emmanuel Labescat, Sam Johnson Term, Paul Burnley Term, Paul Butler
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