Pick Yourself Up

Pick Yourself Up - Anita O'Day (安妮塔·奧黛)

Written by：Dorothy Fields/Jerome Kern

Nothing's impossible I have found

For when my chin is on the ground

I pick myself up

And 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

So they picked themselves up

But dust themselves off

And start all over again

Nothing's impossible I have found

For when my chin is on the ground

I pick myself up

And 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

So they picked themselves up

But dust themselves off

And start all over again

Start all over again

Start all over again