| Grab your coat and get you heat,
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| leave your worrys on the doorswell,
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| just direct your feet,
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| to the sunny side of the street.
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| Oh, can’t you hear that bitter pat?
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| And that happy tune in your step,
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| life can be so sweet,
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| on the sunny side of the street.
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| I used to walk in the shade,
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| with blues on parade.
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| Oh I’m not afraid
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| The rover crossed over.
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| If I never have a cent,
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| I’ll be rich as Rockefeller,
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| there goldust at my feet,
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| on the sunny side of the street.
|
| Grab your coat and get you heat,
|
| leave your worrys on the doorswell,
|
| just direct your feet,
|
| to the sunny side of the street.
|
| Can’t you hear that bitter pat?
|
| And that happy tune in your step,
|
| life can be so sweet,
|
| on the sunny side of the street.
|
| I used to walk in the shade,
|
| with blues on parade,
|
| but I’m not afraid
|
| 'cause the rover crossed over.
|
| If I never have a cent,
|
| I’ll be rich as Rockefeller,
|
| there goldust at my feet,
|
| on the sunny side of the street.
|
| Grab your coat and get you heat,
|
| leave your worrys on the doorswell,
|
| just direct your feet,
|
| to the sunny side of the street.
|
| Can’t you hear that bitter pat?
|
| And that happy tune in your step,
|
| life can be so sweet,
|
| on the sunny side of the street. |