Song | Ol' Man River |
Artist | Ray Charles |
Album | Ingredients in a Recipe for Soul |
Lyrics:Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music:Jerome Kern | |
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 | |
You | |
don't das make the boss man frown | |
Bend your knees and bow your head | |
And pull that rope until your | |
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 don't say nothin', but he must know somethin' | |
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along | |
He | |
don't plant tatters, and he don't plant cotton | |
And them what plants em, are soon forgotten | |
But Ol' | |
Man River, just keeps rollin' along | |
You and me, we sweat and strain | |
Body all achin' and racked with | |
pain | |
Tote that barge and lift that bail | |
You get a little drunk and you lands in jail | |
I gets weary, | |
and sick of trying | |
I'm tired of livin', but I'm scared of dyin' | |
But Ol' Man River, he just keeps |
Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Jerome Kern | |
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 | |
You | |
don' t das make the boss man frown | |
Bend your knees and bow your head | |
And pull that rope until your | |
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 don' t say nothin', but he must know somethin' | |
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along | |
He | |
don' t plant tatters, and he don' t plant cotton | |
And them what plants em, are soon forgotten | |
But Ol' | |
Man River, just keeps rollin' along | |
You and me, we sweat and strain | |
Body all achin' and racked with | |
pain | |
Tote that barge and lift that bail | |
You get a little drunk and you lands in jail | |
I gets weary, | |
and sick of trying | |
I' m tired of livin', but I' m scared of dyin' | |
But Ol' Man River, he just keeps |