| Up in the morning, out on the job |
| Work like the devil for my pay |
| While that lucky old sun’s got nothing to do |
| But roll, roll around heaven all day |
| Now I’ve got to work for my family and toil for my kids |
| Sweat until I’m wrinkled and gray, gray |
| While that lucky old sun’s got nothing to do |
| But roll, roll around heaven all day |
| Good Lord, up above, don’t You see that I’m pining? |
| Tears all in, all in my eyes |
| Send down Your cloud with a silver lining |
| And lift me to paradise, oh |
| Show me, show me that river and take me across |
| And wash all of my troubles, wash them away |
| While that lucky old sun ain’t got nothing to do |
| But roll around Your heaven all day |
| Now good Lord, dear Lord, can’t You see, can’t You see that I’m trying? |
| Tears all in, all in my eyes |
| Now send down Your cloud with a silver lining |
| And lift me, lift me to paradise |
| And oh yeah, show me, show me that river and Lord, take me across |
| And I wonder will You wash all of my troubles? Lord, wash them away |
| While that lucky old sun’s got nothing to do |
| But roll, roll around heaven all day |
| That lucky old sun ain’t got nothing to do |
| But roll, roll, roll, 'round heaven all day, yeah |