You sit there a crying cry in your beer You say you got troubles my friend listen here Don't tell me your troubles 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 famly no one to call friend Don't tell me your troubles got enough of my own Be thankful you're living drink up and go home ( guitar ) Now there stands a blind man a man who can't see But he's not complaining why should you or me Don't tell me your troubles cause you're not alone Be thankful you're living drink up and go home I'm fresh out of prison...