(Drink up and go home)You sat there a crying cry in your beerYou think you got troubles my friends listen hereDon’t tell me your troubles I got enough of my ownBe thankful you’re living drink up and go homeI’m fresh out of prison six years in the penLost my wife and family no one to call friendDon’t tell me your troubles I got enough of my ownBe thankful you’re living drink up and go home[ steel – guitar ]Now there stands a drunk man he’s drunk he can’t seeYet he’s not complaining why should you or meDon’t tell me your troubles I got enough of my ownBe thankful you’re living drink up and go homeI’m fresh out of prison…(Drink up and go home)