Old Rivers

Old Rivers - Ary Barroso

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 walkin' plowed ground

He had the one roomed shack not far from us sun

Well we's about as poor as him

He had one old mule he called midnight

And I'd trailed along after then

He used to plow them rows straight and deep

And I'd come along there behind

A bustin' up plows

With my own bare feet

Old rivers he was a friend of mine

The sun had get high and that mule he'd work

Old rivers he'd finally say whoa

He'd wipe his brow and lean back on the reins gen

He'd talk about that place he's gonna go

And say one of these days

I'm gonna climb that mountain

Walk up there among them clouds

Where the cotton's high and the corns're growin'

And there ain't no fields to plow

I got a letter today from the folks back home

They're all fine the crop's dry

Down near them in mom said shown

You know old rivers died

Sittin' here now on this new plowed earth

Tryin' find me a little shade

With the sun beatin' down cross the fields I see

That mule old rivers and me

Now one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain

Walk up there among them clouds

Where the cotton's high and the corns're growin'

And there ain't no fields to plow

The sun beatin' down across the fields I see

That mule old rivers and me