Lyrics:
Up in the mornin' out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss
On a long
Long ride to Bonn
Last light from an old sun
Soon the moon will rise again
Here, now
It's all horizons
Hard to steer
These new
and before my life is done,
Got to find me a place in the sun.
Like an old dusty road
I get weary from the load,
movin' on, movin' on.
Like this tired
the old- fat!
In with the new - fat!
Now there's more to hold on to
I'm fat and I am happy
Not as fit as I used to be
But my life is lovely
Sitting
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
The bubbliest bubble bath
broke down on the bank
The gravity of the situation
is why our old thought bubbles sank
humble and gracious
The gravity
stuff
Cause nobody wants you when you're old and gray.
There'll be some changes made today, there'll be some changes made.
For there's a change in
away with the driftin' tide
Oh it's a dirty old shame
When all you get from love is a love song
That's got you layin' up nights just waitin'
For
Up in the mornin' out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss
Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be
When our time has come
We will be as one
God bless our love
God bless our love
Grow old along
men and old fat women
Kids in their teens and little bitty children
So put on your boots and stomp on the floor
And have more fun than ever before
Man
Up in the mornin' out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss
from the west
On this old front porch swing afternoon
And ooo oooo ooo
Feel that breeze blowin'
The sun will be going down soon
On an old front
and drawn
Searching to the dark all goes on
This moment shackled and drawn
I was on a field spread on the shirt
Sun little man work little man work
Is
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
That lazy, lazy river in the noonday sun
Linger in the shade of a kind old tree
Throw away your troubles,
away with the driftin' tide
Oh it's a dirty old shame
When all you get from love is a love song
That's got you layin' up nights just waitin'
For
Flip the beat
Oh yeah, I'm feelin' this one
You remember back in the old school days?
You used to have joints like this
And you'd be up in
your eyes
And it gets colder and colder
When the sun goes down
Were you waiting at our old spot
In the tree line by the gold clock
Did I leave you
Up in the mornin', out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Show
I'm old enough to change my name
Lord, that sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
I'm gonna lay my head
On that lonesome railroad line
And let
Dear old sun
How you holding up
Through the winter cold
Up there all alone
February's been hard on a heart
But we're near the end
And it's
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
Jenny rebecca, four days old
How do you like the world so far?
Jenny rebecca, four days old
What a lucky, lucky, lucky
Lucky girl you are
For you
Mm
Everything is
Everything is (blue)
Everything is (blue)
And you're dripping like a saturated sun (sun)
Everything is blue (blue)
I hope you
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