They call this
river the father of waters
I guarantee you that's a fact
Old Man River, he gone high,
wild, and angry
He takin' the bottom lands back
Well you know that old saying,
come hell or high water,
they mean the same thing to me.
I watch my home and everything
that I'd work for
floating down south to the sea,
down to the Mexican sea.
Big water rising
on the plans of mice and men
Mother Nature's tears
are flooding the levee
Of the worn out, promised land
Of a worn out,
promised land
He loaded the Seabirds two -by -two
Well, me, I got my wife and kid
and a pair of old hound dogs
in a Sears & Nova canal
We floated down to Hannibal,
Missouri
where the snakes were
nesting in the trees.
I shouted Mark Twain
as we were rolling through the levee,
but no one shouted back at me.
No one shouted back at me.
Big water rising
on the plans of mice and men.
Mother Nature's tears
are floodin' the levee
Of the worn -out Promised Land
Of the worn -out Promised Land
They call this river the father of waters
I guarantee you that's a fact
Old man river he gone high,
wild and angry
He's taken the bottom land back
He took the bankrupt farms
and the empty coal mines
And the ghosts of the factory towns
Well, the Bible tells of a fire
next time
But there'll be nothing
left to burn down
Nothing left to burn down
Big water rising
On the plans of my sandman
Mother Nature's tears
are floodin' the levee
Of the worn -out promised land
Of the worn -out promised land
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