I met a tramp all alone in his camp,
Laughing gaily and singing a song.
This hoho man drank his tea from a can,
But I hailed him as I passed along.
I said, 'You're down and out, but you seem happy;
What is your secret, tell me friend?'
'Secret,' said he, 'Why, gee, it's just philosophy,
Here's the beginning and the end; 'Oh, the:

Chorus: World's all right, it's the people living in it
Make it seem all wrong, seem all wrong.
If there's strife or any trouble in it,
You can bet your life it's the people who begin it.
So I tramp my way and I'm happy every minute,
And I sing my little song,
Oh, the world's all right, It's the people living in it,
Make it seem all wrong.

'Far from the crowd,' he said, 'I sing aloud,
And the song seems to flow from my heart.
Maybe the birds haven't quite got the words,
But they're in with the tune from the start.
I never get the blues, 'cept when I'm dreaming,
Dreaming I feel a woman's kiss.
In dreams back home I stray but when I wake I say,
'Don't want the old life, give me this!' 'Oh, the:


Written and composed by R.P. Weston & Bert Lee - 1921
Performed by Ella Shields (1879-1952)
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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