1962 HIT #81
Walter Brennan
Old Rivers
How old was I when I first seen old Rivers? I can't 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'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 Till old Rivers'd say, ''Whoa!'' He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins And talk about a place he was gonna go.
Chorus: He'd say, one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain Walk up there amoung the clouds Where the cotton's high And the corn's a-growin' And there ain't no fields to plow.
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I got a letter today from the fol
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