Up in the mornin′, out to the stage
Sing like a fool for my pay
That lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around Heaven all day
Toil for my woman, sweat for my kids
Sing ′til I'm wrinkled and gray
That lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around Heaven all day
Sweet Lord up above, don′t You know I′m cryin'?
Tears are in my eyes
Send down Your clouds with their silv′ry linin'
Lift me to Paradise
Show me that river, take me across
Take all my troubles away
That lucky old sun got nothin′ to do
But roll around Heaven all day
Sweet Lord up above, can't You hear me cryin′?
Tears are in my eyes
Send down Your cloud with its silv'ry linin'
Lift me to Paradise
Show me that river, take me across
Take all my troubles away
That lucky old sun got nothin′ to do
But roll around Heaven all day
But roll around Heaven all day
Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, Beasley Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
