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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 |
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That 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 naked 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, you'll land in jail |
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I'm so weary, I'm 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 |
