Up in the morning out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
While that lucky old sun has got nothing to do but to roll around heaven all day

Toil from my woman, sweat for my kids
Words 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has got nothing to do but to roll around heaven all day

Good Lord up above, can't you see I'm pining
Tears all 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, that got nothing to do but to roll around heaven all day