Karaoké Old Rivers Walter Brennan

How old was I when I first seen old Rivers

I can't remember when he weren't around

Well that old fella did a heap of work

Spent his whole life walkin' plowed ground

He had a one-room shack not far from us and well we was about as poor as him

He had one old mule he called Midnight and I'd trailed along after them

He used to plow them rows straight and deep and I'd come along near behind

A-bustin' up clods with my own bare feet

Old Rivers was a friend of mine

That sun'd get high and that mule would work and Old Rivers'd finally say Woah

He'd wipe his brow lean back on the reins and talk about a place he was gonna go

He'd say One of these days

I'm gonna climb that mountain

Walk up there among them clouds

Where the cotton's high and the corn's a-growin' and there ain't no fields to plow

I got a letter today from the folks back home and they're all fine and crops is dry

Down near the end mom said Son

You know old Rivers died

Just sittin' here now on this new-plowed earth

Tryin' to find me a little shade

With the sun beatin' down 'cross the fields I see that mule, old Rivers and me

Now one of these days

I'm gonna climb that mountain

Walk up there among them clouds

Where the cotton's high and the corn's a-growin' and there ain't no fields to plow

With the sun beatin' down across the fields I see

That mule old Rivers and me