That Lucky Old Sun - Tom Jones

Up in the morning out on the job

Work like the devil for my pay

Well that lucky old sun has got nothing to do

But to roll around heaven all day

Toil for my woman sweat for my kids

Words till I'm wrinkled and grey

While that lucky old sun has got nothing to do

But to roll around heaven all day

Dear Lord up above can't you see I'm pining

Tears all in my eyes

Send down that cloud with a silver lining

Take me to paradise

Show me that river take me across

Wash all my troubles away

Like that lucky old sun has got nothing to do

But to roll around heaven all day