That Lucky Old Sun (Just Rools Around Heaven All Day)

Up in the mornin', out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothin' to do
Just roll around heaven all day

I fuss with my woman, toil with my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothin' to do
Just roll around heaven all day

Dear Lord above, can't you see that I'm pinin'
'Cause I got tears and they're fallin' from my eyes
Why don't you send down that cloud with a silver linin'
Lift me to paradise

Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Just like that lucky old sun, ain't gonna have nothin' to do
But just roll around heaven all day

But that lucky old sun ain't got nothin' to do
But just roll around heaven all day
Just rolls around heaven all day



Credits
Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, Beasley Smith
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