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Old Rivers
Recorded by Walter Brennan
How old was I when I first knew old Rivers? Well I can’t remember
when he weren’t around.
That old man did a heap of work, spent his whole life a walkin plowed
ground.
He had a one room shack, not fer from us and we were bout as poor
-F minor
as him
He had one old mule he called midnight, and I’d trot along after
them.
He used to plow them furrows, straight and deep, and I’d walk along
there behind, a bustin up clods with my own bare feet, Old Rivers was
a friend of mine!
That sun would get high, and that mule would work, and finally he’d
say, “Woah”
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He’d wipe his brow, lean back on the reins, an talk about a place
he’s gonna go.
An he’d say,
One of these days, I’m gonna climb that mountain, and walk up there,
minoramong them clouds, where the cotton is high, an the corn is a growin, an
there ain’t no fields to plow.
I got a letter today, from the folks back home, They r all fine , but the crops are dry,
And down towards the end, Mom said “son, you know Old Rivers has died”.
Now I’m standing here now in this new plowed earth, an trying to find me a little shade.
With that sun beatin down cross the fields I see, that mule, old Rivers, and me.
Now One o these days, I’m gonna climb that mountain, an walk up there among those clouds, where the cotton is high, and the corn is
growin, an there ain’t no fields to plow.
With that sun beatin down cross the fields I see, that mule, --old Rivers,-- and me.
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Thanks to (Dale Hargrove) for correcting these lyrics. May 19, 2008
