Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan - That Lucky Old Sun songtekst

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Up in the mornin', out on the job

Work like the devil for my pay

But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do

But roll around heaven all day



Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids

Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray

While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do

But roll around heaven all day



Good Lord above, can't you see I'm pining

Tears in my eyes

Send down that cloud with a silver lining

Lift me to paradise



Show me that river, take me across

And wash all my troubles away

Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do

But roll around heaven all day



Oh Lord above, can't you know I'm pining

Tears in my eyes

Send down that cloud with a silver lining

Lift me to paradise



Show me that river, take me across

And wash all my troubles away

Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do

But roll around heaven all day
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