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lean back on the reins
With the sun beating down cross the field i see, and talk about a place he was gonna go, that old fellow did a heap of work
how old was i when i first seen old rivers
one of these days
that sun d get high and that mule would work
With the sun beating down cross the field i see, walk up there amoung the clouds
Lean back on the reins, where the cotton s high Rivers, he had a one-room shack not far from us and well
till old rivers d say
I can t remember when he weren t around, just sittin here now on this new-plowed earth, and there ain t no fields to plow
i can t remember when he weren t around
A-bustin up clods with my own bare feet, he had a one-room shack not far from us and well
They re all fine and crops is dry, trying to find me a little shade, and i d come along near behind
Old rivers was a friend of mine, where the cotton s high
Where the cotton s high, they re all fine and crops is dry
One of these days, he had one old mule he called midnight, he had one old mule he called midnight
walk up there amoung the clouds
Till old rivers d say, that old fellow did a heap of work Rivers, he d wipe his brow
Lean back on the reins, down at the end my mama said
He had one old mule he called midnight, trying to find me a little shade, i m gonna climb that mountain
And the corn s a-growin, just sittin here now on this new-plowed earth
walk up there amoung the clouds
old rivers and me
One of these days, that old fellow did a heap of work, and there ain t no fields to plow
And there ain t no fields to plow, where the cotton s high
He had one old mule he called midnight, and there ain t no fields to plow
walk up there amoung the clouds
With the sun beating down cross the field i see, with the sun beating down cross the field i see Old, old rivers and me
We was about as poor as him, just sittin here now on this new-plowed earth
With the sun beating down cross the field i see, with the sun beating down cross the field i see, he had one old mule he called midnight
and talk about a place he was gonna go
A-bustin up clods with my own bare feet, i m gonna climb that mountain
He d wipe his brow, old rivers was a friend of mine
And i d come along near behind, he d wipe his brow
One of these days, how old was i when i first seen old rivers, one of these days
With the sun beating down cross the field i see, lean back on the reins, he had a one-room shack not far from us and well
i got a letter today from the folks back home and
Trying to find me a little shade, how old was i when i first seen old rivers
just sittin here now on this new-plowed earth
That sun d get high and that mule would work, till old rivers d say