Letras de All God's Chillun' Got Rhythm

I gotta frown, you gotta frown
All God′s chillun' got a frown on their face
Ain′t no chance with a frown
A song and a dancer will turn 'em upside down

All God's chillun′ got rhythm
All God′s chillun' got swing
Maybe haven′t got money
Maybe haven't got shoes
All God′s chillun' got rhythm
For to chase away the blues

All God′s chillun' got troubles
Troubles don't mean a thing
When they start to go shabo-doo-bee-do-do
All the troubles don′t wait

All God′s chillun' got swing

Yeah, all God′s chillun' got swing

Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
All God′s chillun' got swing
Swing

Yeah!
(Woah)