Sittin' In The Sun - Sam Cooke

Sittin' in the sun counting my money

Fanned by my summer-breeze

Sweeter than the honey is counting my money

Those greenbacks on the trees

Comes the summer shower, drops of rain falling

Sweeter than the Christmas chimes

And hearing those jingles upon the roof shingles

Like pennies, nickels and dimes

Though it’s known that what I own

Is not a large amount

Fields of gold that I behold

Are in my bank-account

Yeah, sitting in the sun

Counting my money

Happy as I can be

And to top it all when shadows fall

I look to heaven and I see

There’s a silver dollar

In the sky shining down on me

Yeah, sittin' in the sun

Counting my money

Happy as I can be

And to top it all when shadows fall

I look to heaven and I see

There’s a silver dollar

In the sky shining down on me