Sittin’ in the Sun Songtext
von 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 christ-mass chimes
And here on those jungles upon the roof shingles
Like pennies, nickles and dimes


Though it is knows that what I own
Is not a lot to move
Fills of gold that I behold
Are in my bank-account
I'm 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

Can you wonder why I'm

I'm sittin′ in the sun
Counting my money
And 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, uh-hm