You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer
You think you got troubles, my friend listen here
Don`t tell me your troubles, I`ve got enough of my own
Be thankful you`re living, drink up and go home
I`m fresh out of prison, six years in the pen
Lost my wife and family, no one to call friend
Don`t tell me your troubles, I`ve got enough of my own
Be thankful you`re living, drink up and go home
Now there sits a blind man, so blind he can`t see
Do you think he`s complaining, why should you and me?
Don`t tell me your troubles, I`ve got enough of my own
Be thankful you`re living, drink up and go home
I`m fresh out of prison, six years in the pen
Lost my wife and family, no one to call friend
Don`t tell me your troubles, I`ve got enough of my own
Be thankful you`re living, drink up and go home