OLD MAN RIVER 1927
OLD MAN RIVER,
THAT OLD MAN RIVER,
HE MUST KNOW SOMETHIN’,
BUT HE DON’T SAY NOTHIN’.
HE JUST KEEPS ROLLIN’,
HE KEEPS ON ROLLIN’ ALONG.
HE DON’T PLANT ‘TATERS,
HE DON’T PLANT COTTON,
AND THEM THAT PLANTS THEM
IS SOON FORGOTTEN.
BUT OLD MAN RIVER,
HE JUST KEEPS ROLLIN’ ALONG.
YOU AND ME, WE SWEAT AND STRAIN,
BODIES ALL ACHIN’
AND WRACKED WITH PAIN.
“TOTE THAT BARGE!”, “LIFT THAT BALE!”
YOU GET A LITTLE DRUNK
AND YOU LAND IN JAIL.
I GET WEARY AND SICK OF TRYIN’.
I’M TIRED OF LIVING
BUT I’M FEARED OF DYIN’.
AND OLD MAN RIVER,
HE JUST KEEPS ROLLIN’ ALONG.
