Old man don't you sleep too long Old man don't sleep too long There's a great moon-faced fact The river's got away and it won't go back! (Then it's time to depart In the court of the Rhythm King my broken heart Promise him anything Woe betide! The lonely highway The old man cried) There's a man gone by Turning on his head, hanging by a coat he was heard to say, There's a great moon-faced fact busted out the back like a paper sack! Oh man don't wait too long Nothing be there but the pot gone black There's a great moon-faced fact It's pouring out the night from a smoking stack!