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You all have seen the vagabond

as he went singing in the dawn

without a worry in the world

I've never seen a gipsy who

Could be a gipsy through and through

and have a worry in the world



All merry men are minstrels then

Who keep their troubles locked inside

And don't inflict them on the world

Isn't there something to be said

For leaving your troubles home in bed

And never taking them to the road



The sailor cruising into town

Is not afraid to be a clown

without a worry in the world

No cowboy with an ounce of pride

Will mount his horse and ride

and have a worry in the world



All merry men are minstrels then

Who keep their troubles locked inside

And don't inflict them on the world

Isn't there something to be said

For leaving your troubles home in bed

And never taking them to the road



If I must love then let me love

As thought I've never loved before

without a worry in the world

If I must go then let me go

And only gently close the door



All merry men are minstrels then

Who keep their troubles locked inside

And don't inflict them on the world

Isn't there something to be said

for having had someone instead

of never have had any at all



Without a worry in the world

without a worry in the world



Yes I've got troubles of my own

I'll try to solve them all alone

I won't inflict them on the world





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Lyrics by: Rod McKuen

Photography: Noah Grey