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It’s my birthday. On our way to school this morning, my daughter played this song for me. (Sung by the lovely Anika Noni Rose.) I welled up.

Not that I want to open a fashionable restaurant in 1920’s New Orleans. But I can relate to mountains, trials and tribulations, and I share Tiana’s dream of building a better future with my own blood, sweat and tears.

So here’s to dreams, hard work, and jazz.

 

 

Lyrics

Mama, I don’t have time for dancing
That’s just gonna have to wait a while
Ain’t got time for messing around
And it’s not my style

This old town can slow you down
People taking the easy way
But I know exactly where I’m going
And getting closer, closer, everyday

And I’m almost there, I’m almost there
People down here think I’m crazy but I don’t care
Trials and tribulations have had my share
There ain’t nothing gonna stop me now cause I’m almost there

I remember Daddy told me, fairy tales can come true
You gotta make ’em happen, it all depends on you
So I work real hard each and everyday
Now things for sure are going my way

Just doing what I do
Look out boys I’m coming through

And I’m almost there, I’m almost there
People gonna come here from everywhere
And I’m almost there, I’m almost there