In every other song that I've heard lately some fellow get shot And his baby and his best friend both died with him as likely as nut In half of the other songs some cat's cryin' are ready to die We've lost most all of our happy people and I'm a wonderin' why Let's think about livin' let's think about lovin' Let's think about hoopin' and a hopin' and a poppin' and a lovey dovey dovin' Let's forget about a whinnin' and a cryin' and a shootin' and a dyin' And a fellow with a switchblade knife Let's think about livin' let's think about life Well we lost ol' Marty Robbins back in El Paso a little while back And now Miss Mary John or one of them girls they're wearin' black Cathy's Clown's got Don and Phil so lonesome they could die If we keep on losin' our singers like that I'll be the only one you can buy Let's think about livin'... Let's think about livin'... Let's think about livin' let's think about life