All God's Chillun Got Rhythm

Children, listen here to me,
This is my philosophy,
To see me through the day,
To send my cares away

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 push away their blues

All God's chillun got trouble, troubles do-on't mean a thing
When they start to praise, singin’ all their days,
Troubles’ bound to go ‘way, say
All God's chillun got swing

All God's children got rhythm
(scat)

Maybe haven't got money or maybe haven't got shoes
All God's chillun got rhythm for to push, for to push
For to push away their blues

All God's children got trouble, troubles don't mean a thing
When they start to praise, singin’ all their days,
Troubles’ bound to go ‘way, say
All God's chillun got swing

Swing it high, swing it low
Swing it up, swing it down

Ain’t got money, ain’t got shoes
All God’s chillum got rhythm
For to push away their dog-gone weary blues

Three cheers for the red, white and blue
Swing it up to the sky, don't ask how, don't ask why, brother

Go-go-oh-ho, praise away, Sing

Cuz all God’s chillun got swing
Swing - swing