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.

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 cryining, all tears in my eyes
Why don't you 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 nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

[Interlude]

Show me that river, and take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun give me nothin' to do
But *roll around heaven
(heaven.... heaven)
heaven all day
Roll around heaven all day