(Boudleaux Bryant)      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.      --- Instrumental ---      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 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.      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.      Let's think about livin', let's think about life...