Up in the morning
I′m out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay, yeah
But that lucky old sun
Has nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
Listen, people
I fuss with my woman
Toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I′m wrinkled and gray, yeah
While that lucky old sun
Has nothing to do
But roll around, ha, heaven all day
Good Lord up above
Can't you see that I'm pined?
Tears, tears all in my eyes
Send down, send down that cloud
With that silver, silver linе
And lift me, lift me, lift me to paradise
Oh, show mе that river
Come on, take me across
And wash all of my troubles away, yeah
But that lucky old sun
It has nothing to do
But roll around, roll around
It′s up in heaven, yeah
Heaven all day
Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, Beasley Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
