That Lucky Old Sun
Harry Beasley Smith / Haven Gillespie
Up in the morning out on the job works like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
Fuss with my woman toil with my kids sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
Good Lord above can't you know I'm pining tears fill my eyes
Send down that cloud with the silvery lining lift me to paradise
Show me that river and take me across wash all my troubles away
And 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