Текст Don Gibson – Don’t Tell Me Your Troubles

Don’t tell me your troubles, I got troubles of my own
Don’t tell me your troubles, just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Go on home

You say your sweet love’s left ya
What you think about me?
I got them same old heartaches, the same old miseries
Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend, I got troubles of my own

«It happens to the best of us,» that’s what they always say
So take it, boy, like a man, and don’t stand in my way

You tell that she’s no good
She’s mean as she can be
It’s written all over your lonesome face, any heartbreak fool can see
Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend, I got troubles of my own
Troubles of my own

«Well, it happens to the best of us,» that’s what they always say
So take it, boy, like a man, and don’t stand in my way

You tell me that she’s no good
She’s mean as she can be
It’s written all over your lonesome face, any heartbreak fool can see
Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend, I got troubles of my own
Troubles of my own