Lyrics:
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow on a hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
Old Tom
Old Tom watched the river flow
Staring at the pool below
A ragged, scarecrow silhouette
The kind of man you'd not forget
Every inch
these sacred lands
Carry my soul, as we live and we grow old
Your branches, they dance and with the wind we play
By your side my heart forever stays
Wise
I play a Cool Jazz tune
And light one up, before I'm faded out sleeping
Of Berlin City at summertime, the sun rays filtered
By the trees, got a cone
melody, it's a playwright's tragedy
It's a werewolf's thesis uncorrupted by the moon
The sun sinks low, the sky aglow
The hourglass empty now
Yet still I'm
the first time Whacker put his foot outside of Inchicore
Before we left for Europe we knew we'd need a plan
So we all agreed that Joxer was the man to drive
handcuffed Casey and they took him in jail;
And then he got away.
And he met Tom Joad on the old river bridge,
And these few words he did say, poor boy,
Went down to the river got caught in the middle
In between man and God
Preacher man said to me son, are you ready
To be washed in the blood
Don't
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
Ridin' in the back of our old limousine
Wond'rin' if we pass or we fail
Took by surprise we were only alive
Laughin' 'cause the dragon had a tail
Sweet water, hidden river
Flows right by my place
Life is slow, fishin's good
That's how I spend my days
I've got a sun-browned local lady
She hails
by the lake by the river
stuck in haze by the sea
tied up deep underground
your eyes point to the sky
to photographs
from days of old
hanging
and
The great Dunn's River
Jamaica surround by Caribbean water
Arawak Indian was the originator
Then the Spaniards, the English
And nuff more follow i seh
By the river of passion, empty longings without feeling,
Is Dazbog's heart, did someone take him sun in dawn?
It man disclaimed humility
an old wedge of fun
In a dirty dusty room
On TV, hey it's Mr. T
Man, his jewelry shines
He's so cool and he pities the fools
Who waste them precious
his stash in the river and his bedroll on the ground
And when they finally got there, a sleeping man was all that they found
He just let it ride
Ride,
Old Man River meets the gulf.
The men engage banter and warfare with women too
Tangled up in body fluids and isolation
Fused Thrones and burdensome
for new ones?
Madam, I think I noticed an old lamp in the apartment of my lord Aladdin,
So why don't we take it down to the old man and see if he is
Europe is dying 1993
The old man harbours his memories
Violins swimming, swirling through his ears
As the earth is swallowed by the sea
Vienna is
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away"
Hey, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
Discuss these old man river by irving berlin Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In