Up in the morning out on my job and I work like a devil for my pay

Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day

I fuss with my woman and I toil with my kids

And I work till I'm wrinkled and gray

Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day

Oh Lord above can't you see that I'm pinin' teardrops're streamin' from my eyes

Tossing down my cloud with that silvery linin' and lift me to paradise

Show me that river and take me across wash all my troubles away

Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day

Oh Lord above...

Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day