Black Water Under The Roebling

Old Black Water

Well, I built me a raft and she’s ready for floatin’, Ol’ Mississippi, she’s callin’ my name. Catfish are jumpin’, that paddle wheel thumpin’, Black water keeps rollin’ on past just the same. Old black water, keep on rollin’, Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me.

By Patrick Simmons

Old Black Water


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