Up in the mornin', out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
And that lucky old sun ain't got nothin' to do but roll around heaven all day
Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids, sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothin' to do but roll around heaven all day
Down in the evenin', it all broke my back, too tired to speak please let my angels have their say
And that blinding old bastard ain't got nothin' to do but make it hotter than blazes today
I won't be surprised, if when I die, they make me dig my own grave
While that fucking old ball, ain't got a goddamn thing to do, but sit in a chair in heaven all day
Lord above, can't you see I'm cryin'
tears are in my eyes
Send down a cloud with silvery linin'
take me to paradise
Show me the river, lead me across, take all my troubles away
and like the lucky old sun I'll have nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
and like that lucky old sun I have nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
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