You sit there a crying cry in your beer You think you got troubles well my friend listen here Don't tell me your troubles I 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 fam'ly no one to call friend Don't tell me your troubles I got enough of my own Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home. Now there stands a blind man a man who can't see
Yet he's not complaining why should you or me If you'd look around you I'm sure you would find There's folks who got troubles worse than yours and mine. I'm fresh out of prison, six years in the pen Lost my wife and fam'ly no one to call friend Don't tell me your troubles I got enough of my own Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home. Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home...