F She had a couple different daddies Could never make her mama happy Am And her skinny little sister Got all the attention F So she slept with half the town And when the gossip got around Am That she was fast G She blamed her past
F We all got our issues A lot of life we gotta live through F Am A dozen different reasons to fall apart F So don't start with all that poor me G 'Cause everybody's got a story F That'll break your heart F You blame the drinking on your childhood You blame the school 'cause you don't talk good Am Blame the drive-thru for the weight gain Your hot temper on your last name F You blame your ex for your divorce Am And the judge for the child support that you gotta pay G And you'd blame God if you prayed F We all got our issues All the shit we gotta get through F Am A dozen different reasons to fall apart F Don't you start with all that poor me G 'Cause everybody's got a story F That'll break your heart F I could stand and talk for days Am 'Bout what the world has put me through F But when you point a finger G There's three more pointing back at you F We've all got out issues All the shit we gotta get through F Am A dozen different reasons I could fall apart F So I don't wanna hear that poor me G 'Cause everybody's got a story F And we've got all got a cross to bear Am And nobody's life is fair F So don't start with all that poor me G 'Cause everybody's got a story F That'll break your heart F G Yeah everybody's got a story F That'll break your heart