#083 Ol’ Man River (Showboat, 1936)
I was a panhandler. Scraping just enough to pay a quarter to Reems, the owner of a halfway house at the stockyards. It was more of a shack than a house but that’s not the point of this ‘ere story.
All I owned at the time, besides the clothes on my back, was a baby piano my momma scraped together and gifted me on my fifteenth birthday before she sent me into the world to fend for myself.
Vinny heard me playin’ one night and I was hired on the spot. I’ve lived at The Nouveau Revue Nightclub ever since.
I gets weary
And sick of trying
I’m tired of living
and scared of dying
But ol’ man river
He just keeps rolling along
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