at the end of the day ain t nobody else and the walk in the shoes quite the way you do so be at peace with yourself and keep a spring in the hill and keep climbing that hill and be at peace with yourself in the cold winter chill when the wind blows like hell there s a way where there s a will don t cry over milk that spilt at the end of the day ain t nobody else and the walk in your shoes quite the way that you do so be at peace with yourself and keep a spring in the hill and keep climbing that hill and be at peace with yourself at the end of the day ain t nobody else and the walk in your shoes quite the way that you do so be at peace with yourself keep a spring in your hill keep climbing that hill and be at peace with yourself