He was born in a humble cottage
Built by his mum and dad
The doctor brought him forth and held him up
Said this is when it starts to get bad
Well the land was dry and barren
The animals nearly gone
They've already got seven children
Another they can barely afford
Well it ain't gonna get better
It ain't gonna get better
It ain't gonna get better
Than it is today
He loved Sweet Rosie Brown
From the farm down the way
Her father was a strict preacher man
Who said the boy was profane
The boy said I don't believe in the bible
Rosie said that's okay
You can take me
Here in the grass
But believe what I have to say
Well it ain't gonna get better
It ain't gonna get better
It ain't gonna get better
Than it is today
Preacher Brown got to hunting
To take the devil from their souls
When we find them
He told his flock
We will blind them with gold
It is their fault that you suffer
That your lands yield no gain
Give to me
Follow me and together
We will remove this filthy stain
Well it ain't gonna get better
It ain't gonna get better
It ain't gonna get better
Than it is today
Well it ain't gonna get better
It ain't gonna get better
It ain't gonna get better
Than it is today