You Think You've Got Troubles?

Old Country/Western Song Lyric

So you think you've got troubles.
The more you cry, the worse you get.
So you think the world don't like you,
Well brother you ain't heard nothin' yet.

Well my car sounds like an old tin can,
my wife ran off with another man,
I sprained a muscle in my fishin' hand,
my income tax is due.

I lost all my money in a poker game,
And I think my left leg is a-goin' lame,
My brother asked me if I'd change my name,
And that's what I think I'll do.

My doctor told me not to smoke,
Drink nothin' stronger than a Coke,
I'm not even s'posed to hear dirty jokes,
I might laugh and sprain my heart.

I've got every ailment that's known to man,
From the african mumps to the dishpan hands,
What never was, I ever am,
I didn't even get a start.

So you think you've got troubles.
The more you cry, the worse you get.
So you think the world don't like you,
Well brother you ain't heard nothin' yet.

So I'm packin' me a bar in the back of my car,
And drive myself to drink.

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