I gotta frown, you gotta frown
All God's chillun' got a frown on their face
Ain't no chance with a frown
A song and a dancer will turn 'em upside down
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 chase away the blues
All God's chillun' got troubles
Troubles don't mean a thing
When they start to go shabo-doo-bee-do-do
All the troubles don't wait
All God's chillun' got swing
Yeah, all God's chillun' got swing
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
All God's chillun' got swing
Swing
Yeah!
(Woah)
