American Old Time Song Lyrics: 22 Don't Let It Worry You
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 22
DON'T LET IT WORRY YOU.
Now I am going to sing you a nice little song,
While I am singing don't make any noise;
The words are all right and the subject is good,
But I am sorry for me and my voice.
If they play it in G I might sing it in C,
I go right along and don't stop,
I make a great bluff when I hit a blue note,
But, of course, I pretend I don't drop.
Don't let it worry you, may be it's wrong,
Don't let it worry you, not very long;
Don't let it excite you, it's not going to bite you,
Don't let it worry you, it's all in the song.
Now the place where I am stopping I owe twenty for board,
The landlady duns me, so does the landlord,
They keep a close watch on the room where I bunk,
For fear that some robber might kidnap my trunk.
It's nailed to the floor, it's filled up with rocks,
I took everything out but a thin pair of socks.
While the trunk still remains, their traps are in bloom,
I give them this gag when they ask for the room.
Now don't let it worry you, trunk isn't gone.
There's six suits of clothes in it I've never had on;
Now don't let it grieve you, I am not going to leave you,
Don't let it worry you, though you're not on.
A friend just approached me while all out of breath,
He weeped o'er the news of his mother-in-law's death;
Then he said he'd forgive her if she was alive,
For the trouble she made between him and his wife.
He said that he knew that her soul was at rest.
While the tears fell like rain down the front of his vest;
I tried to console him the most that I could,
And I whispered those words that did me so much good.
Now don't let it worry you here on the street,
Don't worry, your face looks as pale as a sheet;
Some day you'll be with her, but at present you miss her,
So don't worry if you think that you can stand heat.