(oscar hammerstein ii and jerome kern)

Old man river, that old man river,
He dont say nothin, but he must know somethin
That old man river, he just keeps rolling along.

He dont plant taters,
And we all know he dont pick cotton.
But them that plant em, are soon forgotten, that
Old man river, he just keeps rolling along, oh yes he does.

You and me, we sweat and toil,
Our bodies all achin and racked with pain, now listen!
Lift that bar, youd better, tote that bail,
And if ya get a little drunk,
Youll land in jail.

Im so weary, and sick of tryin,
Im tired of livin, but afraid of dyin.
That, that god-darn old river, he just keeps rolling along.
Keep on rollin along.

Keep on rollin along.
Old man river dont you stop your way.
Keep on runnin from the north, the south, the east or west,
You gotta roll it ...