Up in the morning out on the job work like a devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day

I fuss with my woman toil with my kids sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day

Dear Lord above can't you see that I'm pining
Yes I got tears that are falling from my eyes
Why don't you send them that cloud with the silvery lining
Lift me to paradise

Show me that river and take me across wash all my troubles away
Just like that lucky old sun ain't gonna have nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day

[ fiddle ]
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day
Just roll around heaven all day