OL` MAN RIVER — текст песни (Rod Stewart)

(Oscar Hammerstein II and Jerome Kern)

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 tater`s,
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 achin` and racked with pain, now listen!
Lift that bar, you`d 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 god-darn` old river, he just keeps rolling along.
Keep on rollin` along.

Keep on rollin` along.
Old man river don`t you stop your way.
Keep on runnin` from the north, the south, the east or west,
you gotta roll it ...