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 worst that yours and mine

I'm fresh out of prison...

Be thankful you're living drink up and go home