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W'en you full o' worry

'Bout yo' wo'k an' sich,

W'en you kind o' bothahed

Case you cain't get rich,

An' yo' neighboh p'ospah

Past his jest desu'ts,

An' de sneer of comerds

Stuhs yo' haht an' hu'ts,

Des don' pet yo' worries,

Lay 'em on de she'f,

Tek a little trouble

Brothah, wid yo'se'f.



Ef a frien' comes mou'nin'

'Bout his awful case,

You know you don' grieve him

Wid a gloomy face,

But you wrassle wid him,

Try to tek him in;

Dough hit cracks yo' features,

Law, you smile lak sin.

Ain't you good ez, he is?

Don' you pine to def;

Tek a little trouble

Brothah, wid yo'se'f.



Ef de chillun pestahs,

An' de baby's bad,

Ef yo' wife gits narvous,

An' you're gettin' mad,

Des you grab yo' boot-strops,

Hol' yo' body down,

Stop a-tinkin' cuss-w'rds,

Chase away de frown,

Knock de haid o' worry,

Twell dey ain' none lef';

Tek a little trouble,

Brothah, wid yo'se'f.

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