That Lucky Old Sun - The Isley Brothers
Written by：Haven Gillespie/Beasley Smith
Dear lawd above can't you see I'm pirin'
Tears all in my eyes
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Yeah up in the mornin' out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do now
But roll around heaven all day
Well fuss with my woman toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do now
But roll around heaven all day
Good lawd above can't you say I'm pirin'
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver linin'
Lift me to paradise
Yeah show me that river
Take me across and wash all my troubles away
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do now
But roll around heaven all day
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Dear lawd above can't you say I'm pirin'
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver linin'
Take me to paradise
Yeah show me that river
Take me across and wash all my troubles away
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
But roll around heaven all day
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun
Lucky old sun