Happiness Is A Good Place To Visit But It Was So Sad In Fayetteville

If there's anything at all in this world you want

Better go for yourself, yeah

Learn to pick it up with your own two hands

Don't you count on somebody else, don't



If there's a dream that you are working on

Don't be surprised

If any old thing that you're counting on

Just suddenly dies



Got to plan in advance what you know you'll need

And carry it up on your back, yeah

Got to keep the things you need really close at hand

And tote them in your bag, yeah



When you're alone be ready for rain to fall

On a sunny day

If ends just meet be ready to go outside

And break a leg



You may as well get it straight before you start

You've got a general plan, yeah

To walk a road here to there but be prepared

To dig it where you land, yeah



If lady luck supposed to come across

She won't come through

If there's the slightest doubt things could go wrong

Bound to fall on you



Oh I know it's nice to think that things work out

And we'll all make our goal, yeah

But I think a man is wise to only count upon

What his own two hands can hold, yeah



If by some chance your world should turn on you

Come a tumblin' down

You'll be about at the place that I was at

When I wrote this song



Yeah, happiness is a good place to visit

But it was so sad in Fayetteville

Yeah, a man has to count on his own two hands, you know

Yeah, say 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11