George Benson - That Lucky Old Sun (Louis Armstrong) | Текст песни

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• George Benson
• That Lucky Old Sun (Louis Armstrong)

Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day.

Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat till Im wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord above, can't you know I'm pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with the silver lining, lift me to paradise
Show me that river, take me across
and wash all my troubles away

Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord above, can't you know I'm pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with the silver lining, lift me to paradise
Show me that river, take me across
and wash all my troubles away

Show me that river, take me across
and wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day