Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.

Fuss with my woman; I 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 up above,
can't you hear I'm crying, tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with your silvery lining, lift me to Paradise
Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day