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 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.

--- Instrumental ---

I got a letter today from the folks back home and
They`re all fine and crops is dry
Down at the end my mama said, ``son
You know old Rivers died.``

Just sittin` here now on this new-plowed earth
Trying to find me a little shade
With the sun beating down `cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers and me.

Chorus:
Now, 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.

With the sun beating down `cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers and me...