Old Man River

Old man river, that old man river
He don't say nothin', but he must know somethin'
He just keeps rolling along, he keeps on rolling along

He don't plant taters
And we all know he don't pick cotton
But them that plant 'em, are soon forgotten, that
Old man river, he just keeps rolling along along

You and me, we sweat and toil
Our bodies all achin' and racked with pain
Put that bar, lift that bail
And if ya' get a little drunk
You'll land in jail

I'm so weary, and sick of tryin'
I'm tired of livin', but afraid of dyin'
That, that god-darn' old river, he just keeps rolling along