Up in the mornin’, out on the job,Work like the devil for my pay,
But that lucky old sun got nothin’ [C/B]to do
But roll ar[C/B]ound heaven all day.
Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids,
Sweat till I’m wrinkled and gray,
While that lucky old sun got nothin’ [C/B]to do
But ro[C/B]ll around heaven all day.
Bridge:
Dear 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 Par - a – dise
Show me that river, take me across,
Wash all my troubles a – way;
Like that lucky old sun, g[Dm7/G]ive me nothing [C/B] to do
But roll ar[C/B]ound heaven all day.
