Louis ArmstrongThe Lucky Old Sun

Oh lawd oh lawd! I'm tired and weary of pain Please lawd! please lawd! 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 woman toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do But roll around heaven all day Good lawd 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 trou-bles away. Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do But roll around heaven all day
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