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Up in the mornin', out on the job |
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Work like the devil for my pay |
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But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do |
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But roll around heaven all day |
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Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids |
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Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray |
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While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do |
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But roll around heaven all day |
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Good Lord above, can't you see I'm pining |
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Tears all in my eyes |
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Send down that cloud with a silver lining |
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Lift me to paradise |
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Show me that river, take me across |
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And wash all my troubles away |
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Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do |
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But roll around heaven all day |
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Lord above, can't you know I'm pining |
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Tears in my eyes |
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Send down that cloud with a silver lining |
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Lift me to paradise |
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Show me that river, take me across |
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Wash all my troubles away |
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Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do |
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But roll around heaven all day |