He's Troubled

He’s troubled
yeah he’s troubled lord
the devil won’t leave him be
he’s leaving, he’s heading lord
out of bad company
Well I saw him drinking just the other day
in some run down red brick pub
Well I saw a man point to the palm of his hand
and say the money or I’ll take your thumbs
Well I saw the bailiffs knocking on his door
It looked like they knocked before
well his mother she answered and she started to cry
saying there’s nothing left to take inside
Oh he’s troubled
yeah he’s troubled lord
the devil won’t leave him be
he’s leaving, he’s heading lord
out of bad company
Well I knew his father, what a great old man
worked every hour god sent
and when he died working six till six
and now he lays in a paupers grave
Well his brother, what a sweet young boy
Handsome strong and brave
He joined the army
and now all that’s changed
well the war sent the boy insane
and oh he’s troubled
yeah he’s troubled lord
the devil won’t leave him be
he’s leaving, he’s heading lord
out of bad company
Oh he’s troubled
yeah he’s troubled lord
the devil won’t leave him be
he’s leaving, he’s heading lord
out of bad company