Up in the morning. Out on the job. Work like the devil for my pay. But that lucky old sun got nothing to do. But roll around heaven all day. . Fuss with my woman.
Luck old sun [Repeats]. . Up in the mornin', Out on the job,. Work so hard for my pay. That lucky old suns, has nothin' to do,. But roll around heaven all day..
Up in the morning out to the fields I work like a devil for my pay. But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day. Well I fuss with my woman and I toil for my kids I sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray.