Old Rivers  Crofford Chorus One of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain, Walk up there - among them clouds. Where the cotton's high and the corn's a-growin' And there ain't no fields to plow. How long has it been since I fist seen old Rivers? Why, I can't remember when he weren't around Well, that old man did a heap of work; Spent his whole life walkin' plowed ground -He had a one-room shack not far from us, And we was about as poor as him. He had one old, mule he called "midnight" And I'd tag along after them. -He'd plow them rows straight and deep And I'd tag along behind. Bustin' up clods with my own bare feet Old Rivers was a friend of mine. -The sun would get high and that mule would work Till old Rivers'd say "whoa" Then he'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins And talk about a place he was gonna go. Chorus He'd say - One of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain, Walk up there - among them clouds. Where the cotton's high and the corn's a-growin' And there ain't no fields to plow. I got a letter from back home the other day, They're all fine, and the crops is high, And down at the end mama said, "You know old Rivers died." I'm just sittin' here on this new plowed earth, Tryin' to find me a little shade. And with the sun beatin down, ‘cross the field I see That mule, old Rivers... and Me Chorus. Back...