All God's Chillun Got Rhythm (spring 49) - Bud Powell

Chillun', listen here to me

This is my philosophy

To see me through the day

To scare 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 the blues

Yeah !

All God’s Chillun got trouble

Trouble don’t mean a thing

When they start to go ho ho ho de ho

Troubles bound to go 'way, say!

All God’s Chillun Got Swing