Old man river, that old man river, He must know something, But don't say nothing. He just keeps rolling, He keeps on rolling along. He don't plant taters, He don't plant cotton, And them that plants them are soon forgotten. But old man river, He just keeps rolling along. You and me, We sweat and strained, Bodies all aching and racked woth pain. Tut that barge, lift that bale, Get a little drunk and you land in jail. But I get weary, And sick of trying. I'm tired of living but scared of dying. But old man river, He just keeps rolling along. You and me, We sweat and strained, Bodies all aching and racked woth pain. Tut that barge, lift that bale, Get a little drunk and you land in jail. But I get weary, And sick of trying, I'm tired of living but so scared of dying, But old man river, He just keeps rolling, He keeps rolling, He just keeps rolling along.