Up in the mornin', out on the job
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Work like the devil for my pay.
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But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
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But roll around heaven all day.
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Had a fuss with my woman, an' I toil for my kids,
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An' I sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray,
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While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
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But roll around heaven all day.
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Oh, Lord above, don't you hear me cryin'
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Tears are rollin' down my eyes.
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Send in a cloud with a silver linin',
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Take me to paradise.
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Show me that river, Take me across,
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wash all my troubles away
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Like that lucky old sun give me nothing to do
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But roll around heaven all day.
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That Lucky Old Sun (Just Rolls Around Heaven All Day)
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| Johnny Cash |
