| Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
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| Here we all work, while the white boys play
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| Gettin' no rest from the dawn till the sunset
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| Gettin' no rest till the judgment day
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| You don’t look up, you don’t look down
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| You don’t dare make the rich boss frown
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| Bend your knees and bow your head
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| And tote that barge until you’re dead
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| Let me go away from the Mississippi
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| Let me go away from the rich man boss
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| Show me that stream called the River of Jordan
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| That’s the old stream that I long to cross
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| Old Man River, Old Man River
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| He don’t say nothin', he must know somethin'
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| Old Man River, he just keeps rollin' along
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| You know, you know he don’t plant taters
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| And we all know the man don’t plant no cotton
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| And then, then they plant 'em
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| Oh the Lord knows they are soon forgotten
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| But Old Man River, he just keeps rollin' along
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| You, you and me, you know sometimes
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| We have to we have to sweat, sweat and strain
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| Our bodies, our bodies are all achin'
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| And wracked with a whole lot of pain
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| Tote that barge, lift that bale, you get a little drunk
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| And you land in jail
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| I get weary and so sick of tryin'
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| I’m tired of livin', and afraid of dyin'
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| But Old Man River, he just keeps rollin' a
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| Old Man River, he just keeps rollin' along |