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