Thursday, May 10, 2007

Ol' Man River







music by Jerome Kern (above)


lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II (top)

Dere's an ol' man called de Mississippi;
Dat's de ol' man dat I'd like to be!
What does he care if de world's got troubles?
What does he care if de land ain't free?

Ol' Man River
Dat Ol' Man River, he mus' know sumpin' but don' say nuttin',
He jes' keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along.
He don' plant taters, he don' plant cotton,
An' dem dat plants 'em is soon forgotten,
But Ol' Man River, he jes' keeps rollin' along.

You an' me, we sweat an' strain, body all achin' an' racked wid pain--
Tote dat barge!
Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk, an' you land in jail...

Ah gits weary an' sick of tryin'; ah'm tired of livin' an' skeered of dyin',
But Ol' Man River, he jes' keeps rollin' along.
Colored folks work on de Mississippi,
Colored folks work while de white folks play,
Pullin' dem boats from de dawn to sunset, gittin' no rest till de Judgement Day--
Don' look up and don' look down--you don' dast make de white boss frown.
Bend your knees an' bow your head, an' pull dat rope until yo' dead.
Let me go 'way from de Mississippi, let me go 'way from de white man boss;
Show me dat stream called de river Jordan,
Dat's de ol' stream dat I long to cross.

Ol' Man River, dat Ol' Man River, he mus' know sumpin' but don' say nuttin',
He jes' keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along.
He don' plant taters, he don' plant cotton, an' dem dat plants 'em is soon forgotten,
But Ol' Man River, he jes' keeps rollin' along.
You an' me, we sweat an' strain, body all achin' an' racked with pain--
Tote dat barge!
Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk an' you land in jail...

Ah gits weary an' sick of tryin'; Ah'm tired of livin' and skeered of dyin',
But Ol' Man River, he jes' keeps rollin' along...

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