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

Up in the morning, out on my job
Work like a devil for my pay
And the lucky old sun
Ain't got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
But the lucky old sun
Ain't got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Lord above, can't you see I'm cryin'?
Tears are in my eyes
Send down a cloud
With a silver linin'
Take me to paradise

Show me that river, lead me across
Take all my troubles away
Like the lucky old sun
I have nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Like the lucky old sun
I have nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day



Credits
Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, Beasley Smith
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