♪♪ ♪ Here we all work, along the Mississippi. Here we all work, while the white folk play. Pulling them boats, from the dawn till sunset. Getting no rest, till the judgment day. Don't look up, and don't look down. You don't dare make the white horse frown. Bend your knees, and bow your head. And pull that rope, until you're dead. All men river, that all men river. He must know something, but he don't say nothing. He just keeps rolling. He keeps on rolling, along. He don't plant taters. He don't plant cotton. And them that plants them, is soon forgotten. But all men river, he just keeps rolling, along. You and me, we sweat and strain. Bodies all aching and wracked with pain. Tote that barge, and lift that bale. Get a little drunk, and you'll land in jail. I get weary, and sick of trying. I'm tired of living, but fed of dying. All men river, he just keeps rolling, along. All men river, he just keeps rolling, along.