Old Man River, He must know something,
He don’t say nothing.
He just keeps rolling, he just keeps rolling.
He just keeps rolling alon.
He don’t plant taters, he don’t plant cotton,
But them that do are soon forgotten.
But Old Man River He just keeps rolling along.
You and me we sweat and strain.
My body’s aching and wracked with pain.
Tote that barge, lift that bale.
Get a little drunk and you find yourself in jail.
I get weary. I’m sick of trying.
I’m tired of living, but I’m scared of dying.
But Old Man River just keeps rolling along.