OLD ROSIN THE BEAU
I've travelled all over this country,
From New York to Santa Fe.
I spent one August in Texas
And a winter in Erie, P-a.
Seattle I found rather soggy,
And Boston not pleasant at all.
I didn't find joy or contentment
So I came back to live in St. Paul.
'Til I came back to live in St. Paul (2)
I didn't find joy or contentment
So I came back to live in St. Paul.
Spring is gentle and lovely.
And summer is good on the whole.
The autumn is mellow and golden
And winter is good for your soul.
So long as you don't get pneumonia
And someone pulls up in a hearse
Winter is not such a problem
You know that it could have been worse.
You know that it could have been worse.
You know that it could have been worse.
Winter is not such a problem
You know that it could have been worse.
Some people don't tolerate winter,
They can only be happy in heat.
The elderly and the tubercular
The delicate and the effete.
The whiners and the complainers
For whom nothing ever's okay
And that is the beauty of winter:
It drives all those people away.
It keeps all those people away.
It keeps all those people away.
And that is the beauty of winter.
It keeps all those people away.
So here's to our friends in Miami,
Gainesville, Tampa, St. Pete.
You have no idea what you are missing
The beauty of each St. Paul street.
The gentle shapes of the snowdrifts,
The glitter of ice in the trees
And the voices of good Christian people
Singing in sweet harmony.
Singing in sweet harmony (2)
The voices of good Christian people
Singing in sweet harmony.