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...