That Lucky Old Sun

Chris Isaak

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    Up in the mornin'
    Out on the job
    Work like the devil for my pay
    But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
    But roll around heaven all day.
    Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
    Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
    While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
    But roll around heaven all day
    Dear 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 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
    Send down that cloud with a 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

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    Composition: Haven Gillespie and Beasley Smith

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