How old was I when I first seen Old Rivers
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I can't remember when he weren't around
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That old fellow he did a heap of work he spent his whole life walkin' plowed ground
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He had the one roomed shack not far from us well we's about as poor as him
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He had one old mule he used to call Midnight I'd tread along after then
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He used to plow them rows just straight and deep and I'd come along behind
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Bustin' up plows with my own bare feet Old Rivers he was a friend of mine
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The sun had get high and that old mule he'd work Old Rivers he'd finally say whoa
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He'd wipe his brow and he'd laid back on them reins
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He'd talk about that place he's wanna go
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He used to say one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain
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I'm gonna walk up there among them Clouds
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Where the cotton's high and the corns're growin' and there ain't no fields to plow
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I got a letter today it's from the folks back home
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They're all doin' fine the crop's a little dry
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Mom said down near the end, you heard Old Rivers died
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Sittin' here now on this new plowed earth just tryin' find a little shade
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Well sun's beatin' down cross them fields now I can see that mule Old Rivers and me
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I hear 'em sayin' one of these days...
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With the sun beaitin' down cross them fields (I see) that mule Old Rivers and me
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Old Rivers
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| Jimmy Dean |
