Up in the morning. Out on the job,
I work like the devil for my pay.
But that lucky old sun has got nothing to do
but roll around heaven all day.
Fuss with my woman and toil for my kids.
Sweat till I’m wrinkled and gray.
But that lucky old sun has got nothing to do
but roll around heaven all day.
Oh Lord above can’t you hear me crying?
Tears running down my eyes.
Send down the 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 that’s got nothing to do
but roll around heaven all day.

