It's going to come out all right-do you know?

The sun, the birds, the grass-they know.

They get along-and we'll get along.

 

Some days will be rainy and you will sit waiting

And the letter you wait for won't come,

And I will sit watching the sky tear off gray and gray

And the letter I wait for won't come.

 

There will be ac-ci-dents.

I know ac-ci-dents are coming.

Smash-ups, signals wrong, washouts, trestles rotten,

Red and yellow ac-ci-dents.

But somehow and somewhere the end of the run

The train gets put together again

And the caboose and the green tail lights

Fade down the right of way like a new white hope.

 

I never heard a mockingbird in Kentucky

Spilling its heart in the morning.

 

I never saw the snow on Chimborazo.

It's a high white Mexican hat, I hear.

 

I never had supper with Abe Lincoln.

Nor a dish of soup with Jim Hill.

 

But I've been around.

I know some of the boys here who can go a little.

I know girls good for a burst of speed any time.

 

I heard Williams and Walker

Before Walker died in the bughouse.

 

I knew a mandolin player

Working in a barber shop in an Indiana town,

And he thought he had a million dollars.

 

I knew a hotel girl in Des Moines.

She had eyes; I saw her and said to myself

The sun rises and the sun sets in her eyes.

I was her steady and her heart went pit-a-pat.

We took away the money for a prize waltz at a

Brotherhood dance.

She had eyes; she was safe as the bridge over the

Mississippi at Burlington; I married her.

 

Last summer we took the cushions going west.

Pike's Peak is a big old stone, believe me.

It's fastened down; something you can count on.

 

It's going to come out all right-do you know?

The sun, the birds, the grass-they know.

They get along-and we'll get along.