You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer
  You say you've 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 family, 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
  
  Back there sets a blind man, so blind he can't see
  Yet he's not complaining, why should you or me?
  Don't tell me your troubles, got enough of my own
  Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home