Tom: E major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Well, I can't remember
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That old fella, he did a heap of work.
He spent his whole life
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walking plowed ground.
He had that one room shack,
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well, we was about as poor as him.
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and I'd trail along after them.
He'd plow them rows,
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just straight and deep,
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and I'd follow along behind.
with my own bare feet.
That old Rivers,
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he was a friend of mine.
Now that sun would get high,
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that old mule, he'd work.
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Finally, old Rivers, he'd say, whoa.
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he'd lean back on them rains.
Then he'd talk about that
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place he's gonna go.
One of these days,
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I'm gonna climb that mountain.
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Go walk up there among them clouds.
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Well, that cotton's high
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and that corn's a -growin'
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And there ain't no fields to plow
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it's from the folks back home
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They all fine, crops is dry
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Down near the end, Mom said,
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With sun, you know what old rivers die in.
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Dm
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Well, I'm sitting here now,
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in this new cloud earth,
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just looking for a little shade.
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With that sun beating
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down across them fields,
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I say, that mew old rivers and me.
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Now one of these days,
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I'm gonna climb that mountain.
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Well, that cotton's high,
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an d there ain't no fields
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to plow.
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That mule, the old rivers, and me.
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