Troubles

There was hardly room to stand it was church revival night

All hoping for that Gospel man to help them make things right

The preacher wasn’t very tall, so he climbed up on a chair

Gazed around that crowded hall and told the people there

One of you out there is having trouble with your wife

Another’s just not getting any pleasure out of life

A mother’s all upset because her kid is into pot

A young man hopes that raise is coming

But he knows it’s not

Well, you’ve got troubles, real troubles

I can see just by looking at your face

That you have troubles, real troubles

I say welcome, welcome to the human race

Some folks look for comfort in the bottom of a glass

They figure if they drown a problem it will surely pass

But an alcohol solution’s not the remedy for you

Take one problem to a bar and you wake up with two

Some people pin their hopes on wealth to overcome all woes

As they scheme and cheat and steal their desperation grows

For some a life in prison is the ultimate reward

Some things we think are free are too expensive to afford

The question’s not do you have problems

That’s the human state

Tell me how you cope with them

I’ll tell you how you rate

Take this from a man I know who’s pushing ninety-five

If you wake up and got ‘em

Thank God! You’re still alive!

Don’t ignore your problems, review each one and then

Live with those you have to, solve the ones you can

Never let them get you down, I’m telling you it’s true

You don’t have a problem if the problem don’t have you

Yes, you have troubles, real troubles

I can see just by looking at your face

So welcome friend, welcome to the human race

---With thanks to Judge Patrick D. Monserrate