Ivan Strunin - Sitting on Top of the World

Sittin’ on Top of the World

Was in the springtime, one sunny day
My gal left me, Lord, she went away
And now she's gone and I don't worry
Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world

Worked all the summer and all the fall
Had to do Christmas in my overalls
Now she’s gone and I don’t worry
Lord I’m sittin’ on top of the worled

If you don't like my peaches, don't you shake my tree
And get out of my orchard, let my peaches be
And now she's gone, and I don't worry
Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world