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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 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 famly 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
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Now there stands a blind man a man who can't see
But he's not complaining why should you or me
Don't tell me your troubles cause you're not alone
Be thankful you're living drink up and go home
I'm fresh out of prison...