You sit there a crying cry in your beer

You say you got troubles my friend listen here

If you'd look around you I'm sure you would find

There's folks who got troubles worst that yours and mine

I'm fresh out of prison six years in the pen

Lost my wife and famly no one to call friend

Don't tell me your troubles cause you're not alone

Be thankful you're living drink up and go home

[ autoharph + piano ]

Now there stands a blind man a man who 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

I'm fresh out of prison...