Drink Up and Go Home

You sit there 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 family, 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, worse than yours and mine 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 got enough of my own Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home