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Up in the mornin' |
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Out on the job |
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I Work like the devil for my pay |
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But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do |
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But roll around heaven all day. |
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I 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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Dear Lord above, don't you see I'm pining, tears all in my eyes |
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Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me up 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, hi's got nothing to do |
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But roll around heaven all day |
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Dear Lord above, don't you see I'm pining, tears all in my eyes |
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Send down that cloud with a silver lining, 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, hi's got nothing to do |
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But roll around heaven all day |
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Yes, Lord |
