That Lucky Old Sun

(Just Rolls Around Heaven All Day)

Up in the mornin', out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay.
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.

Had a fuss with my woman, an' I toil for my kids,
An' I sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray,
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.
Good Lord above, can't you know I'm cryin'
Tears all in my eyes.
Send down the cloud with a silver linin',
Lift me to paradise.
Show me that river, Take me across,
and wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day.