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OLD BLACK JOE
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends
From the cotton-fields away,
Gone from the earth
To a better land I know-
I hear their gentle voices calling
"Old Black Joe."
CHORUS-I'm coming, I'm coming,
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Why do I weep
When my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh
That my friends come not again?
Grieving for forms
Now departed long ago?
I hear their gentle voices calling
"Old Black Joe."- Chorus.
For my head is bending low;
I hear those gentle voices calling
"Old Black Joe."
Where are the hearts
Once so happy and so free?
The children so dear
That I held upon my knee?
Gone to the shore
Where my soul has longed to go,
I hear their gentle Voices calling
"Old Black Joe."- Chorus.
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