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.

Fuss 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 all in' 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.

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