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You sit there a crying cry in your beer
You say you got troubles 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've 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
Still 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
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home