Sam Cooke — That Lucky Old Sun

[Verse 1] 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 [Bridge] Good Lord up 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 [Verse 2] Show me that river, take me across Wash all my troubles away Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Than roll around heaven all day [Bridge] Good Lord above don't you know, don't you know I'm pining Tears all in my, my, my, my eyes Send down that cloud with the silver lining Lift me to paradise, oh [Outro] Show me that river, take me across Wash all my troubles away Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Than roll around heaven all day Ooh, roll around heaven all day Roll, roll, roll around heaven all day