sarah vaughan
that lucky old sun
Oh Lord, oh Lord I'm tired and weary of pain Please Lord, please Lord Forgive me if I complain  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 man, 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 know 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 And wash all my troubles away Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do But roll around heaven all day Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do But roll around heaven all day