There's an old man called the Mississippi
That's the old man I don't like to be
What does he care if the world's got troubles?
What does he care if the land ain't free?
Don't look up and don't look down
You don't dare make the white boss frown
Bend your knees and bow your head
And pull that rope until you're dead
Let me go 'way from the Mississippi
Let me go 'way from the white man boss
Show me that stream called the River Jordan
That's the old stream that I long to cross
Old man river
That old man river
He must know somethin'
But don't say nothin'
He just keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along
He don't plant taters
He don't plant cotton
And them that plants them is soon forgotten
But old man river
He just keeps rollin' along
You and me, we sweat and strain
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain
Tote that barge, lift that bale
You show a little grit and you land in jail
But I keep laughin' instead of cryin'
I must keep fightin' until I'm dyin'
And old man river
He just keeps rollin' along