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, 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
Well he's not 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

Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home



Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Hart
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