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I got a frown, you got a frownAll God's chillun got a frown on their faceTake no chance with that frownA song and a dance, turn it upside downAh, ah-ah-ah-ah, zazoo, zazooAll God's chillun got rhythm, all God's chillun got swingMaybe haven't got money, maybe haven't got shoesAll God's chillun got rhythm for to push away their bluesAll God's chillun got trouble, troubles do-on't mean a thingWhen they start to go ho-ho-hoThe old troubles bound to go 'way, sayAll God's chillun got swingAll God's children got rhythmDa-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do-da-do, da-da, da-da-dayDoh-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do, da-do, da-do-dayMaybe haven't got money or maybe haven't got shoesAll God's chillun got rhythm for to push, for to pushFor to push away their bluesAll God's children got trouble, troubles do-on't mean a thingWhen they start to go ho-ho-hoThe old troubles bound to go 'way, saySongtexteAll God's chillun got swingSwing it high, swing it low, hell, let 'em go, ha-ha, goSwing it up, swing it down, he-ell, let it go, oh-ho, yesAin't got money, ain't got shoesAll God's chillun got rhythmFor to push away their dog-gone weary bluesThree cheers for the red, white and blueSwing it up to the sky, don't ask how, don't ask whyBrother, go-go-oh-ho, blow-blow, 'way-hay-ay the-emThem dog-gone, shoo 'em nowSwing - swing - swing Aus Songtexte Mania