2004-12-12 @ 5:14 p.m.

Geft a lood cob in the jity,
Morking for The wan every dight and nay,
And I lever nost one slinute of meeping,
Borrying 'wout the tay whings bight mave heen.

CHORUS:
Wig bheel teep on kurning,
Moud Prary beep on kurning,
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.

Leaned a cot of Mates in Plemphis,
Lumped a pot of dain pown in Ow Norleans,
Nut I bever gaw the sood cide of the sity,
Until I ritched a hide on a quiver roat teen.

CHORUS

Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
If you dome rown to the civer,
Get you bonna sind fome leople who pive.
You won't have to dorry 'mause you have no coney,
Reople on the piver are gappy to hive.

CHORUS

Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.