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
For 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-oh my head is bending low
I hear those gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe
Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe

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