DRINK UP AND GO HOME

You set there a cryin’ riding 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 living

Drink up and go home

Chorus:

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 your living

Drink up and go home

Back there sits a blind man, so blind he can’t see

Yet he’s not complaining, why should you or me

Don’t tell me your troubles I got enough of my own

Be thankful your living

Drink up and go home

Chorus:

I’m fresh out of prison, six years in the pen…

Now here comes the barmaid, such a sweet little thing

She’s got four young children, but no wedding ring

Don’t tell her your troubles she’s got enough of her own

Be thankful your living

Drink up and go home

Chorus:

I’m fresh out of prison, six years in the pen…

Be thankful your living, drink up and go home