Music : Fields
Get your hat and get your coat, babe
Leave your worry on the doorstep,
Just direct your feet
On the sunny side of the street.
Can't you hear a pitter-pat?
And that happy tune at your doorstep?
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street.
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade,
Now I'm not afraid, I'm not, babe
It's over, it's over.
If I never have a cent,
I'll be rich as Rockefeller.
Gold dust at my feet,
On the sunny side of the street.