Nhạc sĩ: Haven Gillespie, Beasley Smith
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Up
in the morning,
out on the job
I'll work
like a devil for my pay
While that lucky old son
ain't got nothing to do
But roll
around heaven all day
I'll fuss with my woman,
toil with my kids
Sweat
till I'm wrinkled and gray While that
lucky old son ain't got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day Oh,
good Lord above,
can't you see
That I'm pining,
tears are all in my eyes?
Send down that cloud with that
silver lining Lift me to paradise
Show me that river,
take me across Wash
all my troubles away
While that lucky old son ain't got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
