Old rivers |
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Old rivers Lyrics |
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 (Words and music by Crofford)How old was I when I first seen old Rivers? I can`t remember when he weren`t around Well, that old fellow did a heap of work Spent his whole life walking plowed ground. He had a one-room shack not far from us And well, we was about as poor as him He had one old mule he called Midnight And I`d trailed along after them. He used to plow them rows straight and deep And I`d come along near behind A-bustin` up clods with my own bare feet Old Rivers was a friend of mine. That sun`d get high and that mule would work Till old Rivers`d say, ``Whoa!`` He`d wipe his brow, lean back on the reins And talk about a place he was gonna go. Chorus: He`d say, one of these days I`m gonna climb that mountain Walk up there amoung the clouds Where the cotton`s high And the corn`s a-growin` And there ain`t no fields to plow. --- Instrumental --- I got a letter today from the folks back home and They`re all fine and crops is dry Down at the end my mama said, ``son You know old Rivers died.`` Just sittin` here now on this new-plowed earth Trying to find me a little shade With the sun beating down `cross the field I see That mule, old Rivers and me. Chorus: Now, one of these days I`m gonna climb that mountain Walk up there amoung the clouds Where the cotton`s high And the corn`s a-growin` And there ain`t no fields to plow. With the sun beating down `cross the field I see That mule, old Rivers and me... |
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