Walter Brennan - Old Rivers lyrics

Album: Old Rivers & Night Roots (cassette) (1970)

(Words & music by Crofford)

How old was I when I 1st seen old Rivers?
I cannot remember when he weren´t around
Well, that old fellow did a heap of work
Spent his whole life walking 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 would trailed along after them.

He used to plow them rows straight & deep
And I would 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 & that mule would work
Until old Rivers´d say, ´´Whoa!´´
He would wipe his brow, lean back on the reins
And talk about a place he was going to go.

Chorus:
He would say, one of these days
I am going to climb that mountain
Walk up there amoung the clouds
Where the cotton´s high
And the corn´s a-growin´
And there aint no fields to plow.

--- Instrumental ---

I got a letter today from the folks back home and
They are all fine & crops is dry
Down at the end my mama said, ´´Son
You know old Rivers died.´´

Just sittin´ here now on this new-plowed earth
Trying to find me a little shade
With the sun beating down ´cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers & me.

Chorus:
Now, one of these days
I am going to climb that mountain
Walk up there amoung the clouds
Where the cotton´s high
And the corn´s a-growin´
And there aint no fields to plow.

With the sun beating down ´cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers & me...

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