That Lucky Old Sun
Harry Beasley Smith / Haven Gillespie
Up in the morning
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss with my woman
Quarrel with my kids
I sweat till I'm wrinkled and grey
But that lucky old sun got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
Good Lord of mine
Can't you see I'm tired
Tears are in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining
Take me to paradise
Show me that river
Take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun
Give me nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
Like that lucky old sun
Give me nothing to do but roll around heaven all day