The Good in Living
(Steve Sellors)

If the fiddle bow felt no bow stroke

If the concertina bellows broke

If no one sang or cracked a joke

Then where's the good in living?

Chorus

For all of life plays like a tune

It sounds so sweet and ends too soon

You'd better rosin up your bow

Before it's time to go

If no one threw their feet about

And if the Guinness boys stopped making stout

You'd forget what life was all about

And soon become quite thirsty

Chorus

When all you've owned is hawked or pawned

And all your money's spent and gone

You'll find out what you've been living on

And never even knew it

Chorus

If the fiddle bow felt no bow stroke

If the concertina bellows broke

If no one sang or cracked a joke

Then where's the good in living?

Chorus