Up in the morning, out on the job, work like a devil, for my pay.
But that lucky old sun, got nothin' to do,
But roll around Heaven all day.
Fuss with my woman, toy with my kid, sweat to I'm wrinkled & grey.
But that lucky old sun, got nothin' to do,
But roll around Heaven all day.
But Lord above can hear me cryin', tears in my eyes.
But down the dock, with a silver line, lift me to paradise.
Surely I will tame your calls, wash all my trouble away.
But that lucky old sun, got nothin' to do,
But roll around Heaven all day.
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