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Up in the morning, out on the job Work like the devil for my pay But the lucky old son has nothing to do But roll around heaven all day Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and grey While the lucky old sun has nothing to do But roll around heaven all day Good Lord above, can't you know I'm pining Tears all in my eyes Send down that cloud with a silver lining Lift me to paradise Show me the river, take me across Wash all my troubles away Like the lucky old sun, give me nothing to do But roll around heaven all day Good Lord above, can't you know I'm pining Tears all in my eyes Send down that cloud with a silver lining Lift me to paradise Show me the river, take me across Wash all my troubles away Like the lucky old sun, give me nothing to do But roll around heaven all day Roll around, roll around heaven all day Roll around, roll around heaven all day
Writer(s): Beasley Smith, Haven Gillespie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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