| Well you won’t believe what I’m gonna be when it’s time for me to run
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| I’m gonna leave this nest and give my best to the place where I grew up
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| And there won’t be trouble in the world no more
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| I’ve got a wishing bone and a worry stone and a lucky rabbit’s foot
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| And if I ever get bored of the open road, well I’ll bring a comic book
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| And there won’t be trouble in the world no more
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| No more band aids on my heartaches
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| No more smoke when I burn the pancakes
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| No more drowning in my sorrow
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| With my chin held up there’s always better luck tomorrow
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| Well, I’d travel far to the great bazaar and charm a snake or two
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| Or try my hand in a marching band while I play on my kazoo
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| And there won’t be trouble in the world no more
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| There won’t be trouble in the world no more!
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| With my chin held up there’s always better luck
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| Like a beggar in the street with a penny in his cup
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| The penny gets thrown in a wishing well
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| It goes to show you never can tell
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| When a penny might bring a million better things tomorrow |