Work like the devil for my pay,

But that lucky old sun got nothin’ [C/B]to do

But roll ar[C/B]ound heaven all day.

Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids,

Sweat till I’m wrinkled and gray,

While that lucky old sun got nothin’ [C/B]to do

But ro[C/B]ll around heaven all day.

Bridge:

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 Par - a – dise

Show me that river, take me across,

Wash all my troubles a – way;

Like that lucky old sun, g[Dm7/G]ive me nothing [C/B] to do

But roll ar[C/B]ound heaven all day.