Don't tell me your troubles,
I've got troubles of my own.
Don't tell me your troubles,
Go on home, tell it to your friends,
I've got troubles of my own.
You say your sweetheart left you,
well what do you think about me?
You've got those same old heartaches,
and the same old miseries,
Go on home, tell your dear friends,
I've got troubles of my own
Well it happens to the best of us,
So take it boy, like a man,
Tell me that she's lonely,
It's written all over your lonesome face,
your heartbreakful conceit
Leave me alone, go on home,
I've got troubles of my own,
Well it happens to the best of us,
So take it boy, like a man,
Tell me that she's lonely,
that she's mean as she can be
It's written all over your lonesome face,
your heartbreakful look and see
Leave me alone, go on home,
I've got troubles of my own,
Oh, leave me alone, go on home,
