Old Rivers — текст песни (Jimmy Dean)

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 me