Ain't That a Shame

On a Wednesday afternoon
On a rainy cloudy misty day
Was sitting on an old grey
Couch wondering how many more dues
I had to pay yesterday
I lost my job
Phone bill hitting me
In my face yes while the gas bill
Was so high
It's impossible to pay
While the rent man was
Knocking at my door
He said I couldn't live here
Anymore now ain't that a shame
A low down dirty shame
And you know what it makes me want to pack all my
Bags and leave and start all over again troubles
Got me packing back and forth I don't know
I don't know which way to go well it looks like everything
Is coming down on me and I can't find my open door that I can close
Now ain't that a shame a low down dirty shame and you know
What it makes me want to pack all my bags and leave and start all over again