Walter Brennan - Old Rivers Lyrics
(Words and music by Crofford)How old was I when I first seen old Rivers?I can't remember when he weren't aroundWell, that old fellow did a heap of workSpent his whole life walking plowed ground.He had a one-room shack not far from usAnd well, we was about as poor as himHe had one old mule he called MidnightAnd I'd trailed along after them.He used to plow them rows straight and deepAnd I'd come along near behindA-bustin' up clods with my own bare feetOld Rivers was a friend of mine.That sun'd get high and that mule would workTill old Rivers'd say, ''Whoa! ''He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reinsAnd talk about a place he was gonna go.Chorus:He'd say, one of these daysI'm gonna climb that mountainWalk up there amoung the cloudsWhere the cotton's highAnd the corn's a-growin'And there ain't no fields to plow.--- Instrumental ---I got a letter today from the folks back home andThey're all fine and crops is dryDown at the end my mama said, ''SonYou know old Rivers died. ''Just sittin' here now on this new-plowed earthTrying to find me a little shadeWith the sun beating down 'cross the field I seeThat mule, old Rivers and me.Chorus:Now, one of these daysI'm gonna climb that mountainWalk up there amoung the cloudsWhere the cotton's highAnd the corn's a-growin'And there ain't no fields to plow.With the sun beating down 'cross the field I seeThat mule, old Rivers and me...