me a woman, you can have your man Lord I'm gone, I don't worry Baby I'm sitting on top of the world Work all summer, work all the fall Blond-headed chicken, she caused it all Lord I'm gone, I don't worry 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world You come here running, holding out your hand Get me a woman, you can have your man Lord I'm gone, I don't worry Lord I'm sitting on top of the world Lord I'm sitting on top of the world Sittin' On Top Of The World has been covered by a wide range of performers. Bob Wills recorded a much slower version in the 1930s, including some verses borrowed from other songs (eg "Stealing"): All the summer, all the fall Tryin' to find my little all and all And now she's gone, I don't worry I'm sittin' on top of the world Yes the world There has been days, didn't know your name Why should I worry, sit around and blame And now you're gone, I don't worry ( not much ) I'm sittin' on top of the world Of the world You've seen me stealin', don't tell on me Just stealin' back to, my same old used to be But now she's gone, and I don't worry 'Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world Late in the evening, honey babe, way after school Remember darling, we broke the rule And now you're gone, and I don't worry I'm sittin' on