Lyrics

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