That Lucky Old Sun - Original - Louis Armstrong

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