Ol' Black Joe - Runaway Dixie

Written by：Stephen Foster

Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gay

Gone are the toils

Of the cotton fields away

Gone to the fields

Of a better land I know

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black Joe

I'm coming I'm coming

My head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black Joe

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Though my head

My head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black Joe

Where are the heart

Once was happy and free

Through the cotton fields

I here it call my name

Gone to the shore

Where my soul has longed to be

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black Joe

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Oh my head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black Joe

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Oh my head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black Joe

Old black Joe

Old black Joe