Оригинален текст
Up in the morning out on my job and I work like a devil for my pay
Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
I fuss with my woman and I toil with my kids
And I work till I'm wrinkled and gray
Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
Oh Lord above can't you see that I'm pinin' teardrops're streamin' from my eyes
Tossing down my cloud with that silvery linin' and lift me to paradise
Show me that river and take me across wash all my troubles away
Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
Oh Lord above...
Oh that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day