| What care I, who makes the laws of a nation
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| Let those who will take care of its rights and wrongs
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| What care I, who cares for the world’s affairs
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| As long as I can sing its popular songs
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| Let me sing a funny song with crazy words that roll along
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| And if my song can start your laughing, I’m happy, so happy
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| Let me sing a sad refrain of broken hearts that loved in vain
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| And if my song can start you crying, I’m, I’m happy
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| Let me croon a low down blues to lift you out of your seat
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| If my song can reach your shoes
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| And start you tapping your feet, I’m happy
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| Let me sing of Dixie’s charms, cotton fields and mammy’s arms
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| And if my song can make you homesick, I’m, I’m happy
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| I’m happy
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| Let me sing of Dixie’s charms, cotton fields and mammy’s arms
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| And if my song can make you homesick, I’m, I’m happy |