Drink Up and Go Home

You sit there crying, cry in your beer
You think you got troubles, well, 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 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
Yet he's not complaining, why should you or me?
If you'd look around you, I'm sure you would find
There's folks who got troubles, worse than yours and mine

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 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



Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Hart
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