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 were 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 the 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 the 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 are 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 the 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

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