That Lucky Old Sun - Bob Dylan

Up in the mornin' out on the job

Work like the devil for my pay

But that lucky old sun has 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 has nothin' to do

But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord above can't you see 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

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 the river

Take me across

And wash all my troubles away

Like that lucky old sun give me nothing have to do

But roll around heaven all day