Dorsey Baker


Sunny Side


Aint no stranger when you love everybody you meet, You're always on the sunny side of the street, you're always on the sunny side of the street
You don't have to bring no ball, you don't have to swing no chain, Your heart is happy and you don't feel no pain-

Aint no stranger when you love everybody you meet, You're always on the sunny side of the street, you're always on the sunny side of the street-

The life you live is the way you choose, with happy in your heart and a smile on your face, you can't never sing no blues-

Aint no stranger when you love everybody you meet, you're always on the sunny side of the street, always on the sunny side of the street-

Submitted: Saturday, July 23, 2011
Edited: Saturday, July 23, 2011

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