Everybody’s Got Problems

I ran into an old girl the other day
That married a guy I once knew
She told me he never comes home till it's late
And when he does his dollars are few

And I said Baby
Everybody's got problems and I'm no exception to the rule
Everybody's got problems
If you won't tell your problems to me
Then I won't tell my problems to you

A guy that works beside me down at the shop
Said his oldest boy laid out of school
He was loafing on the street got picked up the cops
And it just made him feel like a fool

And I said Buddy
I saw Preacher Brown and he lamented to me
We haven't seen you in a month or so
Our Sunday School attendance is falling off bad
And our coughers are getting mighty low

And I said Preacher
Baby every evening when the sun goes down
I'm walking and wringing my hands
You're putting me on as you're putting me down
And it's more than old Faron can stand

But everybody's got problems and I'm no exception to the rule
Everybody's got problems
And Baby my biggest problem is you
Yeah my biggest problem is you