Fine, Fine, Fine

Fine, Fine, Fine

Had some bad luck this morning, I wrapped my truck around a tree.
When I came to there was a little brown bird looking right down at me.
Well he sang his song for a minute or two, then he tipped his head,
and as he lifted his wings to fly away, this is what he said,

“You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be fine, fine, fine,
you’re gonna be fine, somewhere down the line…”

So they took me to see my doctor to ask him about my health,
but he seemed a lot more interested in the state of my wealth.
After he took all my money, he said I was better off.
”Get rid of the fat from your wallet, and don’t worry about that cough”

You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be fine, fine, fine,
you’re gonna be fine, somewhere down the line…

Still I carried on without carrying on,and I limped off down that road,
though sometimes this here rat race gets to be a heavy load.
But after it started into raining I thought that I’d had enough,
’til that little brown bird was back in my ear saying, “man, come on, get tough!”

You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be fine, fine, fine,
you’re gonna be fine, somewhere down the line…

Now there’s war, there’s fighting all around. seems this whole world’s breaking down.
I think I’ll just pack my bags and head right out of town,
out into the countryside,I’ll find a place where I can hide
try and live a quiet life of dignity and pride.

It’s gonna be fine, it’s gonna be fine, fine, fine,
it’s gonna be fine, somewhere down the line…

And if a hurricane comes ashore, if I fall on the kitchen floor,
I guess whatever happens doesn’t worry me anymore.
I could take whatever comes, be a rich man or a bum,
just as long as I’ve got this little song to hum.

I’m gonna be fine, I’m gonna be fine, fine, fine,
I’m gonna be fine, somewhere down the line…

(Ken Zimmerman 2005)