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Edgar Guest - Troubles
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Troubles? Sure I`ve lots of them, 
Got `em heaped up by the score, 
Got `em baled and bundled up, 
Got `em hid behind the door. 
Got `em young and got `em old, 
Got `em big and little, too. 
Don`t care to discuss `em now, 
Rather tell my joys to you. 

Got the finest home there is,
Got the finest pair o` boys, 
An` the sweetest little girl, 
Reg`lar livin`, breathin` joys. 
Got the finest wife in town, 
Got a little garden, too. 
Troubles? Sure I`ve got `em, but 
Rather tell my joys to you.

Got a bunch of friends I love,
Friends I know are staunch and true; 
Visit `em, they visit me,
Jus` the way good friends should do; 
Got my health, an` got a job, 
That`s enough to see me through. 
Troubles? Sure I`ve got `em, but 
Rather tell my joys to you.
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