Working is too hard, and stealing is not pretty.
Asking for charity is something I can't do.
Every day that I live , people ask me what I live on.
I say that I live on love, and I hope to live to be old!
And I take my old horse, and I grabbed my old saddle
And I saddled my old horse to go get my beauty.
You know, it's a long way from there, from Saint- Antoine in Beaumont
But along the great Texas, I looked for her for a long time.
And I take my violin, and I grab my bow,
And I play my old waltz to make the world dance.
You know, my dear friends, life is far too short
To worry, so... let's dance!
To work is is too hard, and stealing is not beautiful.
Asking for charity is something I can't do.
Every day that I live, I am asked ' what I live on,
I say that I live on love! and I hope to live to be old!

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