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...
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