You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer
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You think you got troubles, my friend listen here
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Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own
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Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home
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I'm fresh out of prison, six years in the pen
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Lost my wife and family, no one to call friend
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Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own
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Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home
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Now there sits a blind man, so blind he can't see
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Do you think he's complaining, why should you and me?
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Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own
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Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home
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I'm fresh out of prison, six years in the pen
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Lost my wife and family, no one to call friend
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Don't tell me your troubles, I've got enough of my own
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Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home
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Drink Up And Go Home
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| Jerry Garcia |
