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Old man river, that old man river, |
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He don't say nothin', but he must know somethin' |
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That old man river, he just keeps rolling along. |
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He don't plant tater's, |
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And we all know he don't pick cotton. |
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But them that plant 'em, are soon forgotten, that |
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Old man river, he just keeps rolling along, oh yes he does. |
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You and me, we sweat and toil, |
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Our bodies all achin' and racked with pain, now listen! |
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Lift that bar, you'd better, tote that bail, |
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And if ya' get a little drunk, |
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You'll land in jail. |
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I'm so weary, and sick of tryin', |
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I'm tired of livin', but afraid of dyin'. |
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That, that god-darn' old river, he just keeps rolling along. |
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Keep on rollin' along. |
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Keep on rollin' along. |
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Old man river don't you stop your way. |
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Keep on runnin' from the north, the south, the east or west, |
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You gotta roll it ... |
