That Lucky Old Sun Songtext
von Sam Cooke

Up in the morning, out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay

While that lucky old sun has nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

I have to fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat ′til I'm wrinkled and gray

While that lucky old sun has nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord above, don′t you know I'm pining?
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with the silver lining
Lift 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

Good Lord above, don't you know, don′t you know I′m pining?
I'm pining, tears all in my, my, my eyes
Send down that cloud with the silver lining
Lift me to paradise, oh

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

Roll around heaven all day
Roll, roll, roll around heaven all day