Drink Up And Go Home

You sit there a cryin’, right in your beer
You say you got troubles, my friend, listen here
Don’t tell me your troubles. I got enough of my own
Be thankful you’re livin’. Drink up and go home

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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 livin’. Drink up and go home

Break

Back there sits a blind man. The poor man can’t see
He’s not complainin’, why should you or me
Don’t tell me your troubles, got enough of my own
Be thankful you’re livin’. Drink up and go home

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Break

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