That Lucky Old Sun

Up in the morning out on the job. Work like the devil for my pay.

While that lucky old sun he’s got nothing to do, He just rolls around heaven all day. You see I fuss with my woman.

Toil for my kids, sweat til I’m wrinkle and gray, while that lucky old sun, he’s got nothing to do, he just rolls around heaven all day.

Dear lawd above can’t you see I’m pinning tears are in my eyes, why don’t you send down that cloud with the silver lining and lift me up to paradise.

Show me that river, why don’t you take me across wash all my troubles away. While that lucky old sun he’s got nothing to do he just rolls around heaven all day.

Writers: BEASLEY SMITH, HAVEN GILLESPIE

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