William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
You're mistaken if you think I'm gonna let you
Drag me through the mud again
You're mistaken if you think I'm gonna sit idly by
While you trample my heart again
I don't expect to see anything good come from this misery
I don't expect any love from your heart to be directed towards me
I've had about all I can stand
I've had about all I can stand
I've had about all I can stand of the suffering caused by your hand
Into every life a little rain must fall
I'm drenched to the bone and I'm tired of it all
So do a little dance on my grave
Do a little dance on my grave
Do a little dance on my grave and pray I've got some soul left to save
I've had about all I can stand
I've had about all I can stand
I've had about all I can stand of the suffering caused by your hand
I've had about all I can stand
I've had about all I can stand
I've had about all I can stand of the suffering caused by your hand