You sit there a-crying
Crying in your beer
You say you got trouble
My friend listen here
Don't tell me your trouble
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 can
Lost my wife and family
No one to call friend
Don't tell me your trouble
I've enough of my own
Be thankful you're living
Drink up and go home
Well, there stands a blind man
A man that can't see
Yet he's not complaining
Why should you and me
Don't tell me your trouble
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 can
Lost my wife and family
No one to call friend
Don't tell me your trouble
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 can
Lost my wife and family
No one to call friend
Don't tell me your trouble
Got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living
Drink up and go home