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