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Old Black Joe

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1 – 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.»

(Refrain) I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling « Old Black Joe. »

2 – 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.»

3 – 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.»

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