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. < Repeat > I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low, I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe. 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. <...

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