| Rolling along, rolling along, rolling along | |
| Hm, old man river, that old man river | |
| He don't say nothing, but he must know something | |
| For old man river, he just keeps rolling along | |
| He don't plant taters, he don't pick cotton | |
| And them that plants em they're soon forgotten | |
| While old man river, he jest keeps rolling along | |
| You and me, we sweat and strain | |
| Body all aching and racked with pain | |
| Towed that bargem lift the bail | |
| Get a little drunk and you land in jail | |
| In get weary and sick of trying | |
| I'm tired of living and afraid of dying | |
| While old man river he just keeps rolling along |