Drink Up And Go Home – Jerry Garcia & David Grisman (originally by Freddie Hart)

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

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 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 or me
Don’t tell me your troubles, I got enough of my own
Be thankful you’re living, drink up and go home
Be thankful you’re living, drink up and go home