(Haven Gillespie - Beasley Smith)

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...