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