| Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
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| Here we all work while the white folk play
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| Pulling' them boats from the dawn till sunset
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| Getting no rest till the judgment day
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| Don’t look up and don’t look down
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| You don’t dare make the white boss frown
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| Bend your knees and bow your head
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| And pull that rope until you’re dead
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| Let me go 'way from the Mississippi
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| Let me go 'way from the white man boss
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| Show me that stream called the River Jordan
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| That’s the old stream that I long to cross
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| Old Man River, that Old Man River
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| He must know something, but he don’t say nothing
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| He just keeps rolling, he keeps on rolling along
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| He don’t plant taters, and he don’t plant cotton
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| And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten
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| But Old Man River, jest keeps rolling along
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| You and me, we sweat and strain
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| Bodies all aching and wracked with pain
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| Tote that barge and lift that bale
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| You get a little drunk and you land in jail
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| I get weary and so sick of trying
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| I’m tired of living, but I’m feared of dying
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| And Old Man River, he just keeps rolling along |