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Up in the mornin', out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Good Lord up above, can't you hear me cryin'?
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with your silvery linin'
Lift me to paradise
Oh, 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
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