music and lyrics copyright 2004 by Stephen J. Deasy
I sit here starin’ at this pint of ale
For the courage that might be in it
I can’t commence to start for fear that I might fail
I can’t seem to begin it
Without the pain there can surely be no gain
You can’t have flowers if you can’t stand any rain
You may walk a lonely mile
And it may take quite a while
Much longer than a minute
To find the courage that might be in it
Last night I had this dream that the end was near
And it was time to meet my maker
I walked up to the gate and I tried to hide my fear
But he knew I was a faker
And he said, “I’m looking at your life, son
And I can’t say as I love it
Look at all I gave you
And you didn’t make anything of it
Oh, I should damn your soul to hell
But I think it’s just as well
You still might try to lose or draw or win it
If you can find the courage that might be in it
Time to face another day
Try to chase these blues away
I sit at my grand piano and with all my might I play
But it sounds just like a spinet
There ain’t no courage in it
I’m like this sad pathetic old lounge-lizard
But I try to bear-and-grin-it
And like the lion, I am off to see the wizard
For the courage that might be in it
You can run but you cannot hide
You keep looking all around you when you oughta look inside
You think you know what it’s about
And that the answer lies without
But it really lies within it
The courage that might be in it
That’s why I sing this song,
for the courage that might be in it
You know I’ve had it all along,
yeah, the courage that might be in it
It doesn’t matter if you’re right or you’re wrong,
the courage that might be in it
All I know is that you've got to be strong,
the courage that might be in it
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