Lyric Drink Up and Go Home

(Johnny Bond - Joe Maphis)

You sit there a 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 fam ly 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 fam ly 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...