Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
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Here we all work while the white folks play
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Pullin' them boats from the dawn 'til sunset
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Gettin' no rest 'til the judgment day
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Don't look up, don't look down
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You don't dare make the bossman frown
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Bend your knees, bow your head
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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 ol' stream that I long to cross
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Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River
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He don't say nothin', but he must know somethin'
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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 then what plants 'em are soon forgotten
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But Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along
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You and me, we sweat and strain
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Body all achin' and racked with pain
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Tote that barge and lift that bale
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You get a little drunk and you land in jail
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I gets weary and sick of tryin'
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I'm tired of living but I'm scared 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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Ol' Man River
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| Jane Siberry |
