| I got a frown, you got a frown
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| All God’s chillun got a frown on their face
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| Take no chance with that frown
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| A song and a dance, turn it upside down
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, zazoo, zazoo
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| All God’s chillun got rhythm, all God’s chillun got swing
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| Maybe haven’t got money, maybe haven’t got shoes
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| All God’s chillun got rhythm for to push away their blues
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| All God’s chillun got trouble, troubles don’t mean a thing
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| When they start to go, «Ho ho ho»
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| The old troubles bound to go 'way, say
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| All God’s chillun got swing
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| All God’s children got trouble
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| Da da do day, ra do day, ra do da do, da da, da da day
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| Doh da do day, da do day, ra do, da do, da do day
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| Maybe haven’t got money or maybe haven’t got shoes
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| All God’s chillun got rhythm for to push, for to push
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| For to push away their blues
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| All God’s chillun got trouble, troubles don’t mean a thing
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| When they start to go, «Ho ho ho»
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| The old troubles bound to go 'way, say
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| All God’s chillun got swing
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| Swing it high, swing it low, hell, let 'em go, hah hah, yea
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| Swing it up, swing it down, ah hah let it go, oh hah, yea
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| Ain’t got money, ain’t got shoes
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| All God’s chillun got rhythm
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| For to push away their doggone weary blues
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| Three cheers for the red, white and blue
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| Swing it up to the sky, don’t ask how, don’t ask why
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| Brother, go go oh hoh, blow blow, way hay ay
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| All God’s chillun got swing, swing, swing |