| Old man river, that old man river
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| He don’t say nothing, he don’t know something
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| Well He just keeps rolling, he keeps on rolling along!
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| He don’t plant tatters, he don’t plant cotton
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| And them that plants them, are soon forgotten
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| Well He just keeps rolling, he keeps on rolling along!
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| You and I, we sweat and strain
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| Body all aching and racked with pain
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| Tote that barge and lift that bail
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| You get a little drunk and you lands in jail
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| I gets weary, and sick of trying
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| I’m tired of living, and I’m scared of dying
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| But old man river, he just keeps rolling along
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| Old man river, that old man river
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| You say nothing, you know something
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| Well you just keeps rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling along!
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| He don’t plant tatters, he don’t plant cotton
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| And them that plants them, are soon forgotten
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| Well you just keeps rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling along!
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| You and I, we sweat and strain
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| Body all aching and racked with pain
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| Tote that barge and lift that bail
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| You get a little drunk and you lands in jail
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| I gets weary, and sick of trying
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| I’m tired of living, and I’m scared of dying
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| But old man river, he just keeps rolling along |