| 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
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| With crazy words that roll along
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| And if my song can start you laughing
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| I’m happy, happy
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| Let me sing a sad refrain
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| Of broken hearts who love in vain
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| And if my song can start you crying
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| I’m happy
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| Let me croon a lowdown blues
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| That lifts you out of your seat
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| If my blues can reach your shoes
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| And start you tapping your feet
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| I’m happy
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| Let me sing of Dixie’s charms
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| Of cotton fields and mammy’s arms
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| And if my song can make you homesick
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| I’m happy
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| Of broken hearts that loved in vain
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| To lift you out of your seat
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| If my song can reach your shoes
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| The Swanee shore and mother’s arms |