Walter Brennan - Old Rivers lyrics

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 walkin’ plowed ground He had a one-room shack not fer 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 The sun'd get high and that mule would work And old Rivers finally say, ''Whoa! '' He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins And talk about a place he was gonna go He'd say, “One of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain Walk up there among them clouds Where the cotton's high And the corn's a-growin' And there ain't no fields to plow” (Instrumental Break) I got a letter today from the folks back home And they're all fine, crops is dry Down near the end my mama said “Son, you know’d old Rivers died'' Just sittin' here now on this new-plowed earth Trying to find me a little shade With the sun beatin’ down across the fields I see That mule, old Rivers and me Now, one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain Walk up there among them 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 across the field I see That mule, old Rivers and me