Old Man River - Frank Sinatra

Here we all work 'long the Mississipi.

Here we all work while the white folks play.

Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset.

Gettin' no rest till the judgement day.

Don’t look up and don’t look down.

You don’t das make the boss man frown.

Bend your knees and bow your head

and pull that rope until you’re dead.

Let me go 'way from the Mississipi,

Let me go 'way from the white man boss.

Show me that stream called the River Jordan,

that’s the old stream thata I long to cross.

Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River

He don’t say nothin', but he must know somethin'

He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along.

He don’t plant tatters, and he don’t plant cotton

and them waht plants’em, are soon forgotten.

But Ol' Man River, just keeps rollin' along.

You and me, we sweat and strain,

Body all achin' and racked with pain.

Tote that barge and lift that bail.

You get alittle drunk and you lands in jail.

I gets weary and sick of trying

I’m tired of livin', but I’m scared of dyin'

And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along.