|
Re: Getting Cut From The Red River Chorale
Dere's an ol' man called the Mississippi,
Dat's de ol' man that I'd like to be,
What does he care if the world's got troubles?
What does he care if de land ain't free?
Ol' Man River,
dat Ol' Man River,
He mus' know something',
But don' say nothin';
He jus' keeps rollin',
He keeps on rollin' along.
He don't plant taters,
He don't plant cotton,
An' them that plants 'em
Is soon forgotten,
But Ol' Man River,
He jus' keeps rollin' along.
You an' me, we sweat an' strain,
Body all achin' and racked with pain.
"Tote that barge! Lift that bale!"
Git a little drunk,
An' you lands in jail!
Ah gits weary,
An' sick o' tryin',
Ah'm tired o' livin',
And skeered o' dyin',
But Ol' Man River,
He jus' keeps rollin' along!
|