Sure this world is full of trouble,
I ain't said it ain't;
Laws! I've had enough and double
Reason for complaint,
Rain and storm have come to fret me
Skies were often gray;
Thorns and brambles have beset me
On the road! – but say,
Ain't it fine today?

What's the use of always weepin'
Makin' trouble last?
What's the use of always keepin'
Thinkin' of the past?
Each must have his tribulation
Water with his wine,
Life ain't no celebration
Trouble? I've had mine
But today is fine.