Louis Armstrong - That Lucky Old Sun

^CUp in the mornin', ^Amout on the job, ^CWork like the ^Fdevil ^Dmi7for my pa^Cy, ^Cmaj7, ^C7 But that ^Flucky old ^Dmi7sun got ^Cnothin' ^C/Bto ^Fmdo But r^Coll ar^C/Bound h^Dmi7eaven ^G7all d^Cay. ^CFuss with my woman, ^Amtoil for my kids, ^CSweat till I'm w^Frinkled ^Dmi7and gr^Cay, ^Cmaj7, ^C7 While that l^Fucky old ^Dmi7sun got ^Cnothin' ^C/Bto ^Fmdo ^CBut ro^C/Bll aro^Dmi7und he^G7aven ^Call day.

^AmDear Lord a^Embove, can't you k^Dmi7now I'm ^Cpining, Tears all ^Dmi7in my e^Cyes ^AmSend down that ^Emcloud with a ^Dmi7silver l^Cining, ^DLift me to ^DmPar -^Dmi7 a - d^G7ise ^CShow me that river, t^Amake me across, ^CWash all my tr^Foubles^Dmi7 a - w^Cay; ^Cmaj7, ^C7 Like that l^Fucky old ^Dmi7sun, g^Dm7/Give me no^Cthing ^C/B to ^Fmdo ^B9 But r^Coll ar^C/Bound h^Dmi7eaven ^G7all d^Cay.