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| rick castro: virtual gallery |
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| rick castro: pnnplezine2021 |
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| rick castro: virtual gallery |
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| rick castro: virtual gallery |
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| rick castro: virtual gallery |
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| rick castro: virtual gallery |
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There's an old man called the Mississippi
That's the old man I don't like to be!
What does he care if the world's got troubles?
What does he care if the land ain't free?
Old man river,
That old man river
He must know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin',
He just keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
He don't plant taters,
He don't plant cotton,
And them that plants 'em Is soon forgotten,
But old man river,
He just keeps rollin' along.
You and me, we sweat and strain,
Body all achin' and racked with pain,
Tote that barge! And lift that bale!
Get a little drunk
And you lands in jail
But I keeps laughin'
Instead of cryin'
I must keep fightin'
Until I'm dyin'
And old man river,
He just keeps rollin' along
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