| Lyrics: | (J. Kern, D. Fields)
[Recorded April 11, 1962, Los Angeles]
Now nothing's impossible,
I've found for when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all
over again.
Don't lose your confidence if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And
pick yourself up, dust off, start over again.
Work like a soul inspired until the battle of the
day is won.
You may be sick and tired, but you be a man, my son.
Will you remember the
famous men who have to fall to rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, start all
over again.
[musical interlude]
You gotta work like a soul inspired until the battle of the
day is won.
You may be sick and tired, but you be a man, my son.
Will you remember the
famous men who have to fall and then to rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick yourself up,
dust yourself off, and start all over again.
[musical interlude]
Once again now:
Will
you remember the famous men who have to fall and then rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick
yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.
[coda]
That's enough now. |
