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 ´round 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 ´round 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 nothing to do, but roll ´round 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 nothing to do, but roll ´round heaven all day