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You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer
You say you got trouble, 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
Now there stands a blind man, so blind he can't see
Do you think he's complaining, why should you and me?
Don't tell me your troubles, I got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home