Drink up and Go Home

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