Lit2Go

I been t’inkin’ ‘bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night,
‘Bout hit bein’ people’s dooty, fu’ to keep dey faces bright;
How one ought to live so pleasant dat ouah tempah never riles,
Meetin’ evahbody roun’ us wid ouah very nicest smiles.

Dat ’s all right, I ain’t a–sputin’ not a t’ing dat soun’s lak fac’,
But you don’t ketch folks a–grinnin’ wid a misery in de back;
An’ you don’t fin’ dem a–smilin’ w’en dey ’s hongry ez kin be,
Leastways, dat ’s how human natur’ allus seems to ‘pear to me.

We is mos’ all putty likely fu’ to have our little cares,
An’ I think we ‘se doin’ fus’ rate w’en we jes’ go long and bears,
Widout breakin’ up ouah faces in a sickly so’t o’ grin,
W’en we knows dat in ouah innards we is p’intly mad ez sin.

Oh dey ’s times fu’ bein’ pleasant an’ fu’ goin’ smilin’ roun’,
‘Cause I don’t believe in people allus totin’ roun’ a frown,
But it’s easy ‘nough to titter w’en de stew is smokin’ hot,
But hit’s mighty ha’d to giggle w’en dey’s nuffin’ in de pot.