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