Up in the morning out on my job and I work like a devil for my pay
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Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
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I fuss with my woman and I toil with my kids
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And I work till I'm wrinkled and gray
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Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
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Oh Lord above can't you see that I'm pinin' teardrops're streamin' from my eyes
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Tossing down my cloud with that silvery linin' and lift me to paradise
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Show me that river and take me across wash all my troubles away
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Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
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Oh Lord above...
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Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
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That Lucky Old Sun
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| Tommy Cash |
