Jimmy Dean "Old Rivers" |
(Cliff Crofford) How old was I when I first saw Old Rivers I can't remember when he wandered around That old fellow 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 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'd say one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain I'm gonna walk up there among them plows 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 doin' fine, that crop's a little dry Mom said down it nearly ended 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 I'm gonna climb that mountain I'm gonna walk up there among them plows Where the cotton's high and the corns're growin' And there ain't no fields to plow. With the sun beaitin' down cross them fields (I see) That mule, Old Rivers and me... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |