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Ol' man river
That ol' man river He don't say nothing But he must know something Cause he just keeps rolling He keeps rolling along Rollin' along He don't plant tators He don't plant cotton Them that plants 'em is soon forgotten But ol' man river He keeps rolling along You and me We sweat and strain Body all aching And wracked with pain Tote that barge Lift that bale Get a little drunk And you land in jail I gets weary Sick of trying I'm tired of living Feared of dying But ol' man river He's rolling along ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN II, JEROME KERN <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 2. |
| 2:21 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:40 |
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| 4. |
| 2:05 |
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| 5. |
| 3:15 |
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| 6. |
| 3:18 |
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| 7. |
| 3:23 |
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Sweetest little fellow, everybody knows
Don't know what to call him but he's mighty like a rose Lookin' at his mammy with eyes so shiny blue Make you think that heaven is comin' close to you When he's there sleepin' in his little place Think I see angels lookin' through the lace When the dark and fallin', when the shadows creep Then they comes on tiptoe to kiss him in his sleep Sweetest little fellow, everybody knows Don't know what to call him but he's mighty like a rose Lookin' at his mammy with eyes so shiny blue Make you think that heaven is comin' close to you When the dark and fallin', when the shadows creep Then they comes on tiptoe to kiss him in his sleep Sweetest little fellow, everybody knows Don't know what to call him but he's mighty like a rose Lookin' at his mammy with eyes so shiny blue Make you think that heaven is comin' close to you |
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| 3:03 |
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| 9. |
| 2:57 |
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| 10. |
| 2:32 |
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| 11. |
| 3:05 |
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| 12. |
| 3:22 |
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| 2:40 |
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| 14. |
| 2:49 |
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| 2:14 |
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| 16. |
| 3:31 |
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| 17. |
| 2:48 |
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| 18. |
| 2:53 |
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| 19. |
| 2:46 |
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| 2:07 |
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<Set my hand upon the plough,my feet upon the sod
Turn my face toward the east and praise be to God Ev'ry year the rain does fall,the seedlings turn and spring Ev'ry year the spreading trees shelter birds that sing. From the shelter of your heart,brother drive out sin Let the little birds of faith come and nest therein God,who made the sun to shine on both you and me God,who took away my eyes-that my soul might see! |
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| 3:23 |
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| 22. |
| 2:50 |
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| 23. |
| 2:43 |
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Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling Saddest of Sundays Then came a Sunday when you came to find me They bore me to church and I left you behind me My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me The earth and the flowers are forever above me The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!" But you I have loved and I bless you forever Last of all Sundays |
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| 24. |
| 3:05 |
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| 25. |
| 3:22 |
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