"Old Black Joe"

Old  Black  Joe

Gone are the days when my heart was young 
       and gay
Gone are the boys from the cotton fields away
Gone are my friends to a better land I know
I hear their gentle voices calling
   Old Black Joe

  I'm coming, I'm coming,
   For my head is bending low
  I hear those gentle voices calling
   Old Black Joe
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Why do I weep when my heart should feel 
    that  no pain
Why do I sigh when they come not 
      back again
Grieving for friends departed long 
       ago
I hear ther gentle 
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