How old was I when I first seen Old Rivers I can't remember when he weren't around That old fellow he did a heap of work he spent his whole life walkin' plowed ground He had the one roomed shack not far from us well we's about as poor as him He had one old mule he used to call Midnight I'd tread along after then He used to plow them rows just straight and deep and I'd come along behind Bustin' up plows with my own bare feet Old Rivers he was a friend of mine The sun had get high and that old mule he'd work Old Rivers he'd finally say whoa He'd wipe his brow and he'd laid back on them reins He'd talk about that place he's wanna go He used to say one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain I'm gonna 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 it's from the folks back home They're all doin' fine the crop's a little dry Mom said down near the end, you heard Old Rivers died Sittin' here now on this new plowed earth just tryin' find a little shade Well sun's beatin' down cross them fields now I can see that mule Old Rivers and me I hear 'em sayin' one of these days... With the sun beaitin' down cross them fields (I see) that mule Old Rivers and meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
