Drive Dull Care Away

(Joe Hickerson)



Why should we of our lot complain

Or grieve at our distress?

Some think if riches they could gain

T'would be true happiness

Alas in vain is all their strife

Life's cares will not allay,



So while we're here with our friends so dear

We'll drive dull care away.

Away, away, away away.

We will drive dull care away.

So while we're here with our friends so dear

We'll drive dull care away.



Why should the rich despise the poor?

Why should the poor repine?

While in a few short years we shall

In equal friendship bind.

They're both to blame, they're all the same

We are all made of one clay,



The only circumstance in life

That ever I could find,

To conquer care and temper strife

Was a contented mind.

With this in store we have much more

Than all things else convey,



So always make the best of life

Nor render it a curse,

But take it as you would a wife

For better or for worse.

Life at its best is but a jest,

Like a dreary winter's day,



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