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The higher that the monkey can climbThe more he shows his tailCall no man happy 'til he diesThere's no milk in the bottom of the pailGod builds a churchAnd the devil builds a chapelLike the thistles that are growing'round the thrunk of a treeAll the good in the worldYou can put into a thimbleAnd still have room for you and meIf there's one thing you can say about mankindThere's nothing kind about manYou can drive out nature with a pitch fork, babyAnd it'll always comes roaring back againMisery's the River of the WorldMisery's the River of the WorldMisery's the River of the WorldThe higher that the monkey can climbThe more he shows his tailCall no man happy 'til he diesThere's no milk in the bottom of the pailLetras de cancionesGod tempers all the winds for the new shorn lambsThe devil knows the bible like the back of his handAll the good in the worldYou can put into a thimbleAnd still have room for you and meIf there's one thing you say about mankindThere's nothing kind about manYou can drive out nature with a pitch forkAnd it'll always comes roaring back againFor want of a bird, the sky was lostFor want of a child, the knife was lostFor want of the toy, the child was lostFor want of a nail, a shoe was lostAnd misery's the river of the worldMisery's the river of the worldEverybody row, everybody rowEverybody row, everybody rowMisery's the river of the worldMisery's the river of the worldEverybody row, everybody rowEverybody row, everybody rowMisery's the river of the worldMisery's the river of the worldEverybody row, everybody rowEverybody row, everybody rowAnd misery's the river of the worldMisery's the river of the worldEverybody row, everybody rowEverybody row, everybody rowAnd misery's the river of the worldMisery's the river of the worldEverybody row, everybody rowEverybody row, everybody rowAnd misery's the river of the worldMisery's the river of the worldEverybody row, everybody rowEverybody row, everybody rowEverybody row From Letras Mania