Pick Yourself Up - Ella Fitzgerald, Nelson Riddle And His Orchestra

Pick yourself up…

Take a deep breath…

Dust yourself off

And start all over again.

Nothing’s impossible, I have found

For when my chin is on the ground.

I pick myself up,

Dust myself off

And start all over again.

Don’t lose your confidence

If you slip

Be grateful for a pleasant trip

And pick yourself up,

Dust yourself off

And start all over again.

Work like a soul inspired

Until the battle of the day is won.

You may be sick and tired,

But you’ll be a man, my son.

Will you remember the famous men

Who had to fall to rise again

They picked themselves up Dust themselves off

And start’d all over again.

Work like a soul inspired

Till the battle of the day is won.

You may be sick and tired,

But you’ll be a man, my son.

Will you remember the famous men

Who had to fall to rise again?

So take a deep breath…

Pick yourself up…

Dust yourself off

And start all over again.