That Lucky Old Sun (Just Rolls Around Heaven All Day)

Oh Lord, oh Lord

I'm tired and weary of pain

Please Lord, please Lord

Forgive me if I complain

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 man, 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 know I'm pining

Tears all 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 around heaven all day

Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do

But roll around heaven all day