[1] You sit there a-crying right in your beer
You think you got [4] troubles my friend listen [5] here

Don't tell me your [4] troubles I've got enough of my [1] own
Be thankful you're [4] livin' drink up and go [1] home

I'm fresh out of [4] prison six years in the [1] pen
Lost my wife and [4] family no one to call [5] friend

Back there sits a blind man so blind he can't see
Yet he's not complaining and why should you or me

I'm fresh out of prison six years in the pen
Lost my wife and family no one to call friend