Sheet Music, 1910-1919
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ISBN
MUM00682, 0457
Description
Cover: a contemplative man ; photo inset of Carrie Reynolds; Publisher: Jos. W. Stern and Co. (New York)
Subject Headings (Library of Congress)
Songs -- United States -- 20th Century; Popular Music -- United States
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Original Collection
Sheldon Harris Collection (MUM00682), Archives and Special Collections, University of Mississippi Libraries
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Lyrics
Lyrics:
First verse
Some folks laugh and some folks grumble, Some folks walk and some folks stumble, What's life but a day dream after all? When you're young the world's a garden, Ev'ry girl's a Dolly Varden, Even Paradise they tell us had a wall; You may have friends that adore you, When you're broke they'll all ignore you, Those that shake your hand will sometimes shake their head; Why, a dollar has no value till the last one says, Old pal you, Come along and I will stake you to a bed.
Chorus
My, what a funny little world this is, In it money is the one best bet! When you're rich friends will surround you, When you're poor, they'll only hound you If you owe them just a measly dollar debt! Don't ever tell your pal a hard luck story, He'll turn around and tell you one of his; Chums will cry Hey! don't take water! Still they'd not lend you a quarter; My what a funny little world this is! My, what a funny little world this is, Money makes the wise guy and the jay! If you save it you're a miser, If you spend it you'll get wiser, You're a gentleman if you can pay your way! A pal is one that's with you when you're wealthy, A poor man cannot be a friend of his, When you're feeling blue just shake it Life is only what you make it; My what a funny little world this is!
Second verse
Some folks say work brings enjoyment, When you try to find employment Seems that ev'ry door is nailed up tight; Then you worry and look solemn and you scan the long want column, And to cap it all your board bill's due that night! There's no invite now to suppers Just because you're on your uppers And you tell yourself When I get on my feet, No more parties and theatres, No more dollar tips to waiters, I'll save them all and know just when I'll eat.
(Chorus)
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