  There are many things that bother In this mixed up world of ours, And the paths we wander over Are not always filled with flowers; While some days are bright and sunny There are others black and blue,— And the day that brings the trouble When the bills come due! When the bills come due, After all the debts accrue, O, it's all another story, When the bills come due! We blow in without a falter For most every thing in sight, From the dawn of Monday morning Till the dark of Sunday night; And we dinner on the dainties, Robe in garbs of gorgeous hue, But it's all another story When the bills came due. O, we chase the rounds of travel, On a cruise from shore to shore, And no diff'rence what we purchase Still we always buy the more; Till possessions large accrue, But the clouds come down with darkness When the bills come due! When the bills come due, After all the debts accrue, O, it's all another story, When the bills come due! |
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