Daisy: Walking on Water by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Ah gits weary

An' sick of tryin'.

Ah'm tired of livin'

An' skeered of dyin'.

But ol' man river,

He jes' keeps rolling' along.

We folks work on de Mississippi.

We folks work while de masters play, Pullin' dose boats from de dawn to sunset, Gittin' no rest till de judgement day.

Don't look up

An' don't look down.

You don' dast make

De master frown.

Bend your knees

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An' bow your head.

An' pull date rope

Until you' dead.

Let me go 'way from the Mississippi.

Let me go 'way from de master boss.

Show me dat stream called de river Jordan.

Dat's de ol' stream dat I long to cross.

O' man river.

Dat ol' man river.

He mus' know sumpin',

But don't say nuthin'.

He jes' keeps rollin'.

He keeps on rollin' along.

Long ol' river forever keeps rollin' on...

He don' plant tater.

He don' plant cotton.

An' dem dat plants 'em

Is soon forgotten.

But ol' man river,

He jes' keeps rollin' along.

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Long ol' river keeps hearing dat song.

You an' me, we sweat an' strain.

Body all achin an' racked wid pain.

Tote dat barge!

Lif' dat bale!