You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer   You think you got troubles, my friend listen here    Don't tell me your troubles, I've 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've got enough of my own   Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home      Now there sits a blind man, so blind he can't see   Do you think he's complaining, why should you and me?   Don't tell me your troubles, I've 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've got enough of my own   Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home