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Old black joe
Stephen foster
Stephen foster
Sons of the pioneers
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4/70
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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"
I'm coming
I'm coming
for my head
is bending low
I hear the 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 the gentle
voices calling
"Old Black Joe"
I'm coming
I'm coming
for my head
is bending low
I hear the gentle
voices calling
"Old Black Joe"