Ol' Man River - der unsterbliche Song
Colored folks work on de Mississippi,
colored folks work while de white folks
play.
Pullin’ dose boats rom de dawn to
sunset,
gittin’ no rest till de judgement
day.
Don’t look up an’ don’t look down,
you don’t dast make de white boss
frown;
Bend yo’ knees an bow yo’
head,
an’ pull dat rope until yo’re
dead.
Let me go ‘way from de Mississippi,
let me go ‘way from the white men
boss.
Show me dat stream called de river
Jordan.
Dat’s de ol’ stream dat I long to
cross.
Ol’ man
river, dat ol’ man river. He must know sumpin’ but don’t say nothin’.
He jus’ keeps rollin’, he kees on rollin’
along. He don’t plant ‘taters, he don’t plant cotton.
And dem dat plants ‘em is soon
forgotten. But Ol’ man river, he jus’ keeps rollin’ along.
You an’
me, we sweat an’ strain,
body all achin’ an’ racked wid
pain.
"Tote dat
barge!" "Lift dat bale",
git a little drunk an’ you land in
jail.
Ah gits weary an’ sick of tryin’.
Ah’m tired of livin’ an skeered of dyin’...
But Ol’ man
river, he jus’ keeps rollin’ along.
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