Classic Poem

VERSE

Chillun', listen here to me,
This is my philosophy
To see me through the day,
To scare my cares away.

REFRAIN

All God's chillun got rhythm,
All God's chillun got swing.
Maybe haven't got money,
Maybe haven't got shoes,
All God's chillun got rhythm
For to push away their blues,
Yeah!
All God's chillun got trouble,
Trouble don't mean a thing.
When they start to go
Ho ho ho de ho,
Trouble's bound to go 'way, say!
All God's chillun got swing.