Louis Armstrong - That Lucky Old Son lyrics

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 woman, 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, up above, can't you know I'm pinin' Tears all in my eyes? Send down that cloud with a silver linin' Lift me to Paradise Show me that river, take me across And wash all my troubles away Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do But roll around Heaven all day Good Lord above, can't you know I'm pinin' Tears all in my eyes? Send down that cloud with a silver linin' Lift me to Paradise Show me that river, take me across And wash all my troubles away Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do But roll around Heaven, Heaven, Heaven Oh, roll around Heaven, Heaven, Heaven all day Let me roll around in Heaven all day