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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