Текст песни Tom Jones - That Lucky Old Sun

Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
While that lucky old sun has got nothin' to do
But to roll around heaven all day

Toil for my woman, sweat for my kids
Work till I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has got nothin' to do
But to roll around heaven all day

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

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