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