Song | Ol' Man River |
Artist | Frank Sinatra |
Album | New York, New York: His Greatest Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music:Jerome Kern Arranger:Axel Stordahl | |
Here we all work 'long the Mississippi | |
Here we all work while the white folk play | |
Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset | |
Gettin' no rest till the judgment day | |
Don't look up and don't look down | |
Ya don't dast make the white boss frown | |
Bend your knees and bow your head | |
And pull that rope until you're dead | |
Let me go 'way from the Mississippi | |
Let me go 'way from the white man boss | |
Show me that stream called the River Jordan | |
That's the old stream that I long to cross | |
Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River | |
He must know somepin', but he don't say nothin' | |
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along | |
He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton | |
And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten | |
But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along | |
You and me, we sweat and strain | |
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain | |
Tote that barge and lift that bale | |
Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail | |
I gets weary and so sick of tryin' | |
I'm tired of livin', but I'm feared of dyin' | |
And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along |
Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Jerome Kern Arranger: Axel Stordahl | |
Here we all work ' long the Mississippi | |
Here we all work while the white folk play | |
Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset | |
Gettin' no rest till the judgment day | |
Don' t look up and don' t look down | |
Ya don' t dast make the white boss frown | |
Bend your knees and bow your head | |
And pull that rope until you' re dead | |
Let me go ' way from the Mississippi | |
Let me go ' way from the white man boss | |
Show me that stream called the River Jordan | |
That' s the old stream that I long to cross | |
Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River | |
He must know somepin', but he don' t say nothin' | |
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along | |
He don' t plant taters, and he don' t plant cotton | |
And them what plants ' em is soon forgotten | |
But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along | |
You and me, we sweat and strain | |
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain | |
Tote that barge and lift that bale | |
Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in jaail | |
I gets weary and so sick of tryin' | |
I' m tired of livin', but I' m feared of dyin' | |
And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along |
Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Jerome Kern Arranger: Axel Stordahl | |
Here we all work ' long the Mississippi | |
Here we all work while the white folk play | |
Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset | |
Gettin' no rest till the judgment day | |
Don' t look up and don' t look down | |
Ya don' t dast make the white boss frown | |
Bend your knees and bow your head | |
And pull that rope until you' re dead | |
Let me go ' way from the Mississippi | |
Let me go ' way from the white man boss | |
Show me that stream called the River Jordan | |
That' s the old stream that I long to cross | |
Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River | |
He must know somepin', but he don' t say nothin' | |
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along | |
He don' t plant taters, and he don' t plant cotton | |
And them what plants ' em is soon forgotten | |
But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along | |
You and me, we sweat and strain | |
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain | |
Tote that barge and lift that bale | |
Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in jaail | |
I gets weary and so sick of tryin' | |
I' m tired of livin', but I' m feared of dyin' | |
And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along |