Old Rivers lyrics

PLAY WALTER BRENNAN Old Rivers video OLD RIVERS
Walter Brennan
Words and music by Crofford (that`s all I wrote at the time I transcribed
it -- years ago)

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I FIRST SEEN OLD RIVERS?
WHY, I CAN`T REMEMBER WHEN HE WEREN`T AROUND.
WELL, THAT OLD MAN DID A HEAP OF WORK;
SPENT HIS WHOLE LIFE WALKING PLOWED GROUND.

HE HAD A ONE-ROOM SHACK NOT FAR FROM US,
AND WE WAS ABOUT AS POOR AS HIM.
HE HAD ONE OLD MULE HE CALLED `MIDNIGHT`,
AND I`D TAG ALONG AFTER THEM.

HE`D PLOW THEM ROWS STRAIGHT AND DEEP
AND I`D TAG ALONG BEHIND,
BUSTIN` UP CLODS WITH MY OWN BARE FEET --
OLD RIVERS WAS A FRIEND OF MINE.

THAT SUN WOULD GET HIGH AND THAT MULE WOULD WORK
TILL OLD RIVERS`D SAY, `WHOA!`
THEN HE`D WIPE HIS BROW, LEAN BACK IN THE REINS,
AND TALK ABOUT A PLACE HE WAS GONNA GO.

(CHORUS)
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 FROM BACK HOME THE OTHER DAY --
THEY`RE ALL FINE, AND THE CROPS IS HIGH --
AND DOWN AT THE END MY MAMA SAID,
`YOU KNOW, OLD RIVERS DIED.`
I`M JUST SITTING HERE ON THIS NEW-PLOWED EARTH,
TRYIN` TO FIND ME A LITTLE SHADE.
AND WITH THE SUN BEATING DOWN, `CROSS THE FIELD I SEE
THAT MULE, OLD RIVERS...AND ME

(repeat CHORUS) From: `Roy T. O`Conner`

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