Jeff Beck - Ol’ Man River

Old man river,

that old man river,

he don't say nothin'

but he must know somethin',

that old man river,

he just keeps rolling along.

He don't plant taters

and we all know he don't pick cotton

but them that plant 'em

are soon forgotten, that

old man river,

he just keeps rolling along.

Oh, yes, he does.

You and me, we sweat and toil,

our bodies all naked

and racked with pain, now, listen.

Lift that bar, you better tote that bail

and if ya' get a little drunk,

you'll land in jail.

I'm so weary and sick of tryin'.

I'm tired of livin' but afraid of dyin', that,

that goddone old river,

he just keeps rollin' along.

Keep on rolling along.

Keep on rollin' along.

Old man river don't you stop your way.

Keep on rollin'

from the north, the south,

the east, the west.

You gotta roll it.