That Lucky Old Sun
Beasley Smith, Haven Gillespie
Up in the morning
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
While that lucky old sun
Got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
I fuss with my woman
Toil for my kids
I sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun
Got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
Good Lord up above
Can't you hear me cryin'
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud
With your silvery lining
Lift me to paradise
Oh, show me that river
Take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun
Gimmie nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day, hmm
Like that lucky old sun
Gimmie nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day