Get Rhythm

Well, a little shoeshine boy never gets low down

But he got the dirtiest job in town

Bending low at the peoples' feet

On the windy corner of a dirty street

Once I asked him while he shined my shoes

How'd he keep from getting the blues

Grinned as he raised that little head

Popped that rag and then he said

You get rhythm when you get the blues

Come on, get rhythm when you get the blues

It only costs you a dime, 'bout a nickel a shoe

Does a million dollars worth of good for you

Get rhythm when you get the blues

Well, I sat and I listened to that shoeshine boy

And I thought I was gonna jump for joy

He grabbed that rag and he held it tight

Slapped on to polish left and right

He stopped once to wipe the sweat away

I said, "You're a mighty little boy to be a-working that way"

Said, "I like it," with a big wide grin

Kept on slapping and he said again

You get rhythm when you get the blues

Come on, get rhythm when you get the blues

It only costs you a dime, 'bout a nickel a shoe

Does a million dollars worth of good for you

Get rhythm when you get the blues