That Lucky Old Sun

Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.
I'll sweat for my woman, toil for my kids
Work till I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Dear Lord above, can't you see I'm pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down your cloud with the silver lining, take me to Paradise
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

Dear Lord above, can't you see I'm pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down your cloud with the silver lining, take me to Paradise
Wont you show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
While that lucky old sun, got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
But roll around heaven all day
Roll around heaven all day



Credits
Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, Beasley Smith
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