Rolling along, rolling along, rolling along
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Hm, old man river, that old man river
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He don't say nothing, but he must know something
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For old man river, he just keeps rolling along
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He don't plant taters, he don't pick cotton
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And them that plants em they're soon forgotten
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While old man river, he jest keeps rolling along
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You and me, we sweat and strain
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Body all aching and racked with pain
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Towed that bargem lift the bail
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Get a little drunk and you land in jail
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In get weary and sick of trying
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I'm tired of living and afraid of dying
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While old man river he just keeps rolling along
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Ol' Man River
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| Sam Cooke |
