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...