That Lucky Old Sun
Up in the morning out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
And that lucky old sun
Ain't got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss with my woman
Toil with my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun
Got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
Lord above
Can't you hear me pinin'?
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud
With a silver linin'
Lift me up to paradise
Show me that river
Lead me across
Take all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun
Give me nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Lord above
Can't you hear me pinin'?
Tears all in my eyes
Send down a cloud
With a silver linin'
Take me to paradise
Show me that river
Take me across
Take all my troubles away
And like that lucky old sun
Give me nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Let me roll around heaven all day
Writer/s: Beasley Smith, Haven Gillespie