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 around heaven all day had a fuss with my woman an i toil for my kids an i sweat til i m wrinkled and gray while that lucky old sun got nothin to do but roll around heaven all day oh lord above don t you hear me cryin tears are rollin down my eyes send in a cloud with a silver linin take me to paradise show me that river take me across wash all my troubles away like that lucky old sun give me nothing to do but roll around heaven all day