Count Your Blessings

Count your blessings
Count ‘em one by one
There’s a lesson
a lesson to be won
Taken for granted
almost everything
that we are handed
and the joy it brings

Old man standing on the side of the road
cardboard in his hand
you can bet your bottom dollar, boy
that wasn’t in his plan

So count your blessings
count ‘em every day
‘cause tomorrow
they just might fly away
fly, fly away

Every time, yeah
you think we got it made
you turn around and it’s
a hundred in the shade
there is such a fine line
between luck and loss
stuff ya think you’re holdin’ on to
and what it really costs

sister’s hands are hurtin’
she can’t keep up her house no more
you spend your whole life workin’
in the end you’re walkin’ the floor

So count your blessings
count ‘em one by one
that’s a lesson
a lesson to be won
count your blessings
count ‘em every day
‘cause tomorrow
they just might fly away… fly, fly away… fly, fly away