but he must know something
he just keeps rolling along
and we all know he don't pick cotton
but them that plant'em are soon forgotten
he just keeps rolling along
you and me we sweat and toil
our bodies all naked and racked with pain
lift that bar you better tote that bail
and if ya get a little drunk
that that god darn old river
he just keeps rolling along
ol' man river don't you stop your way
keep on running from the north