Old Man River.mid

Here we all work 'long de Mississippi,
here we all work while de white folk play,

pullin' 'em boats from de dawn till sunset,
gittin' no rest till de judgement day.

Don't look up an' don't look down;
you don't dast make de white boss frown.

Bend yo' knees an' bow yo' head,
an' pull dat rope until yo're dead.

Let me go 'way from de Mississippi,
let me go 'way from de white men boss.

Show me dat stream called de river Jordan,
dat's de ol' stream dat I long to cross.

Ol' man river, dat ol' man river,
he must know sumpin', but he don't say nothin',
he jus' keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along.

He don't plant 'taters, and he don't plant cotton,
an' dem what plants 'em is soon forgotten,
but ol' man river, he jus' keeps rollin' along.

You an' me, we sweat an' strain,
bodies all achin' an' racked wid pain.

"Tote dat barge!" "Lift dat bale!"
You git a little drunk, then you land in jail.

Ah gits weary an' so sick of tryin',
ah'm tired of livin', ah'm feared of dyin',
an' ol' man river, he jus' keeps rollin' along.