| Up in the mornin', out on a job,
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| Work like the devil for my pay.
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| But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do,
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| But roll around heaven all day.
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| Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids,
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| Wheat till I’m wrinkled and gray.
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| While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do,
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| But roll around heaven all day.
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| Good Lord up above, can’t you hear me cryin'?
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| Tears all in my eyes.
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| Send in a cloud with your silvery linin',
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| Lift me to paradise.
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| Oh, show me that river, take me across,
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| wash all my troubles away.
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| Like that lucky old sun, gimme nothin' to do,
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| But roll around heaven all day.
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| Like that lucky old sun, gimme nothin' to do,
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| But roll around heaven all day. |