Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
I work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun's got nothin' to do
But roll, roll around heaven all day.

I fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun's got nothin' to do
But roll, roll around heaven all day

Dear Lord above, don't you see I'm pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me up to Paradise

Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, he's got nothing to do
But roll, roll around heaven all day

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Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to Paradise

Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, he's got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Yes, Lord




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аноним
ни чего не понятно ужас какой то