Up in the mornin', out on a job,
Work like the devil for my pay,
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.
Fussed with my woman,
Toil for my kids,
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray,
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.
Good Lord up above, can't you hear me cryin',
Tears rollin' down my eyes.
Send down that cloud with your silvery linin',
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.