Nhạc sĩ: Haven Gillespie, Beasley Smith
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Up in the morning, out on a job Worked like the devil for my payWhile that lucky old son Got nothing to doBut roll around heaven all dayFuss with my woman, toil for my kids Sweat till I'm wrinkled and grayWhile that lucky old son Got nothing to doBut roll around heaven all dayGood Lord up above Can't you hear me cryingTears all in my eyesSend down that cloud with your silvery liningLift me to paradiseOh show me that river, take me acrossWash all my troubles awayLike that lucky old son Give me nothing to doBut roll around heaven all dayLike that lucky old son Give me nothing to doBut roll around heaven all day