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 round heaven all day fuss with my woman toil for my kids sweat til i m wrinkled and gray while that lucky old sun has nothin to do but roll round heaven all day good lord above can t you see i m pining tears 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 round heaven all day oh lord above can t you know i m pining tears 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 round heaven all day