The Mighty Mississippi
Rivers big and small always going somewhere...
Roll along, roll along
Old Man River as your
Rolling one can hear your song.
Thundering along under majestic
Blue skies, while birds fly up high.
Rolling past fields of golden wheat and corn
Past children watching steamboats
And babies newly born.
Past white cotton fields
Cities and towns
Rolling along to the sea.
Mighty Mississippi
Cradle and roll me
Roll me home.
Old Man River
Your waters a raging
Steamboats puttering along
Take me with you
Take me to the Mardi Gras
As you roll along to the sea.
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