Ol' Man River
Aretha Franklin Lyrics


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Here we all work, on one jar or another
Why should I work while he rolls blaze?
I get tired, so tired and weary
Got to keep tolling day by day

Ol' man river, ol’ man river
He don't say nothin'
But he must know somethin’
Ol' man river keeps on rollin' along, ah ah
No, he don't plant cotton
He don't plant taters
Them what plants 'em is soon forgotten
Ol' man river keeps on rollin' along, mhm

Well, you and me, we sweat and strain
Our bodies all achin’ and wracked with pain
Tote that barge, you better lift that bale
Get a little drunk and you land in jail

I get weary, so sick of tryin’
I'm tired of livin’, but afraid of dyin'
Ol' man river, he keeps on rollin' along, mhm
Mhm, mmm, yeah

Well, you, you and me, we sweat and strain
Our bodies all achin’ and wracked with pain
Oh, tote that barge
You better lift that bale
Get a little drunk and you land in jail

I get weary, so sick of tryin'
Tired of livin', but afraid of dyin'
Ol' man river, he keeps on rollin' along, mhm




Ol' man river keeps on rollin' along, yeah
Ol' man river keeps on rollin' along

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Ol’ Man River" can be interpreted in different ways. The song is about the Mississippi River, metaphorically represented as an old man who keeps rolling along. The first stanza reflects the life of African American workers on the Mississippi River, where they are all working toward the same goal, but the work is inequitably divided. The singer wonders why he should work while the river keeps rolling effortlessly. He is tired and weary of the endless labor, but he still has to keep going day by day.


The chorus of the song repeats the motif of "Ol’ Man River," whose presence overshadows the lives of the workers. Although the river does not say anything, it seems to know everything. The second verse contrasts the work of the African American laborers with the luxurious life of the whites who benefit from their labor. They work hard in the oppressive heat of the South, while the white landowners reap the profits and never even deign to acknowledge the hard work of their laborers. This song is a metaphor for the enduring power of nature, which is both a source of sustenance and oppression for the workers.




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Comments from YouTube:

Claire Garcia

Que dire tout simplement sublime !!! Encore une grande chanteuse qui nous a quitté

jim mixed

oui oui tres vrai mon frere !!!

SELMER B.Action

The best version next to Ray Charles's one

Cameron Adair

That’s fucked up she knew what that song was about and she sang it that way she truly could not sing well

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