Sun Come Up
     Words and Music by Jim Croce and Richard Croce

     Sun come up in the morning
     Blues round my head
     I've got a troubled mind and plenty of time to roam
     As I walk this crooked highway
     Never knowin' where to go
     You know the only life I know is bein' on the road

     I've got holes in my shoes that I fill with paper
     When the sun's out they dry
     And when it rains well the get wet but I don't cry

     Because the sun don't know no difference
     Between a rich man and a bum
     And the only life I know is mivin' round the sky

     See him grin down at you people
     I guess you don't know what his laughter's from
     But if you spend enough time on the road
     Maybe you'd find out
     Because the sun goes round in a circle
     Never knowin' the reason why
     Still there's something in the path that it traces round the sky
     But it's a race we all must run
     And it's the same bein' a rich man or a bum

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