Текст песни Patty Pravo - Old Man River

Old man river, that old man river,
He don't say nothin', but he must know somethin'
That old man river, he just keeps rolling along

He don't plant tater's,
And we all know he don't pick cotton
But them that plant 'em, are soon forgotten, that
Old man river, he just keeps rolling along, oh yes he does

You and me, we sweat and toil,
Our bodies all achin' and racked with pain, now listen!
Lift that bar, you'd better, tote that bail,
And if ya' get a little drunk,
You'll land in jail

I'm so weary, and sick of tryin',
I'm tired of livin', but afraid of dyin'
That, that god-darn' old river, he just keeps rolling along
Keep on rollin' along

Keep on rollin' along
Old man river don't you stop your way
Keep on runnin' from the north, the south, the east or west,
You gotta roll it