Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sure, this world is full of trouble-
I ain't said it ain't.Lord,
I've had enough and doubleReason for complaint;
Rain and storm have come to fret me,
Skies are often gray;
Thorns and brambles have beset meOn the road
- but say,Ain't it fine today?
What's the use of always weepin',
What's the use of always weepin',
Making trouble last?
What's the use of always keepin'Thinkin' of the past?
Each must have his tribulation -
Water with his wine;Life, it ain't no celebration,
Trouble? - I've had mine -
But today is fine!
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