Let me go away from the rich man's [incomprehensible]
He don't plant taters and he don't plant cotton
You don't look up, you don't look down
I get weary, oh Lord and so sick of trying
Ol' Man River, he just keeps rolling along
But Ol' Man River, he just keeps rolling along
Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River
Bend your knees and bow your heads
Let me go away from the Mississippi
Show me that stream called the river of Jordan
Sweat and strain, our bodies all aching and wrecked with pain
Getting no rest from the dawn till sunset
Tote that barge, lift that bale, get a little drunk
That's the old stream that I long to cross
And then that planters are soon forgotten
You know, you and me, sometimes we have to we have to sweat
Getting no rest till the judgment day
And tote that barge until you're dead
You don't dare make the rich boss frown
And you land, you gotta land, yes you land in jail
I'm tired of living and 'fraid of dying
He don't say nothing, but he must know something
But Ol' Man River, he just keeps rolling a
