Advice from a Song

A Jerry Garcia song has caught my ear. Not surprising since I listen to his music so much. My recent onset of crankiness may have facilitated my awareness of the lyrics- "do you think he's complaining, why should you and me?" Drink Up And Go Home is a gem of wisdom in its own way- take a look:

You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer
You think you got troubles, my friend listen here
Don't tell me your troubles, I've 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've got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home 

Now there sits 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've 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've got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home

It was written by Freddie Hart in 1956 as best I can gather though it also gets attributed to Johnny Bond with whom he later performed, but I like the Jerry version better. You decide-

A Jerry Garcia song has caught my ear. Not surprising since I listen to his music so much. My recent onset of crankiness may have facilitated my awareness of the lyrics- "do you think he's complaining, why should you and me?" Drink Up And Go Home is a gem of wisdom in its own way- take a look:

You sit there a-crying, crying in your beer
You think you got troubles, my friend listen here
Don't tell me your troubles, I've 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've got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home 

Now there sits 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've 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've got enough of my own
Be thankful you're living, drink up and go home

It was written by Freddie Hart in 1956 as best I can gather though it also gets attributed to Johnny Bond with whom he later performed, but I like the Jerry version better. You decide-