Oh, How It Hurts - Wingy Manone, Sidney Bechet

Walked with no one and talked with no one

And I had nothing but shadows

Then one morning you passed

And I brightened at last

Now I greet the day and complete the day

With the sun in my heart

All my worry blew away

When you taught me how to say

Grab your coat and get your hat

Leave your worry on the doorstep

Just direct your feet

To the sunny side of the street

Can’t you hear a pitter-pat?

And that happy tune is your step

Life can be so sweet

On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade

With those blues on parade

But I’m not afraid

This Rover crossed over

If I never have a cent

I’d be rich as Rockefeller

Gold dust at my feet

On the sunny side of the street

Grab your street