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| Jackie's Garden |
| Ole Rivers
How old was I when I first seen Ole Rivers, Well just can't recall when he weren't around, Well that old feller sure done a heap of work, Spent his whole life walking plowed grounds He had a one room shack not far from us, And well, we were about as poor as him, He had one old mule he called Midnight, And I'd trail along after them. He use to plow those rows straight and neat, And I'd come along there behind him, Uh busing up clogs with my own two feet, Ole Rivers was a friend of mine. When the sun would get high and that mule would work, And Ole Rivers would finally say woe, He'd wipe his brow and lean back on the reins, And talk about a place he was gonna go. Saying one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain, Walk up there among them clouds, When the cottons high and the corns a growin, And there ain't no fields to plow. Got a letter today from the folks back home, Their all fine the crops are dry, Uh down near the end Mom said, I guess ya know Ole Rivers died. Well sittin here now in this new plowed earth, Trying to find me a little shade, With the sun beatin down across the fields I see, That mule, Ole Rivers and me. Now one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain, Walk up there among them clouds, When the cottons high and the corns a growin, And there ain't no fields to plow. With the sun beatin down across the fields I see, That mule, Ole Rivers and me. |
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