Up in the morning, out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
(Right from the dawning, through till the evening
Nothing but slaving, and all the time I pray)
Weary, so weary
(Up in the morning, out on the job)
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
(While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day)
Good Lord above, can't you know I'm pining
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining
Lift me to Paradise
Show me that river, take me across
And wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
That Lucky Old Sun was written by Beasley Smith & Haven Gillespie.