That lucky old sun

Up in the morning, out on a job
work like the devil for my pay
while that lucky old sun got nothing to do
but roll around heaven all day

Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
sweat till I'm wrinkled and grey
while that lucky old sun got nothing to do
but roll around heaven all day

Good Lord up above, don't You hear me crying
tears all in my eyes?
Send down that cloud with Your silvery lining
lift me to paradise

Oh show me that river, take me across
wash all my troubles away
like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
but roll around heaven all day

Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
but roll around heaven all day

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