The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'til he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail
God builds a church, the devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing 'round the thrunk of a tree
All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there's one thing you can say about mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
Misery's the River of the World
Misery's the River of the World
Misery's the River of the World
The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'til he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail
God tempers all the winds for the new shorn lambs
The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand
All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
The knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost
Misery's the River of the World
Misery's the River of the World
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
Misery's the River of the World
Misery's the River of the World
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
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