Frank Sinatra — That Lucky Old Sun lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "That Lucky Old Sun" by Frank Sinatra.
Lyrics
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
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