Some life I've been living, like a song in the night.
Good sounds every moment, good news and bright lights.
Anytime I get lonesome, I just got to do the things right.
Make way for the lady, you can do it my son,
making hay with no gravy brings the good folk down.

Anytime you get lonely, you just got to turn it around.
This life I've been given, it don't tell you no lies.
Could've been somewhat wasted, how could it be otherwise
when the sound of the laughter brought the tears in to my eyes?
Make way for the lady, you can do it my son.
Making hay with no gravy gets the day's work done.

When a blue mood gets rolling, you just got to turn it around, turn it around.
Shake hands with the father, the son and the holy ghost,
the impossible believers and the heavenly host.
If you must do it better, you just got to do it the most.
Make way for the lady, you can do it my son.
Making hay with no gravy brings all the good folks down.
When a blue moon starts rising, you just got to turn it around, turn it around, turn it around.
Make way for the lady and turn it around.

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