That Lucky Old Sun

Up in the morning, out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord above, can't you hear me crying
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with your silver 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



Credits
Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, Beasley Smith
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