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Old Folks at Home
- Way down upon the Suwannee River far, far away.
There's where my heart is turning ever.
There's where the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam.
Still longing for my childhood station
and for the old folks at home.
All the world is sad and dreary
everywhere I roam.
Oh dear ones, how my heart grows weary
far from the old folks at home. - All 'round the little farm I wandered when I was young.
Then many happy days I squandered,
many the songs I sung.
When I was playing with my brother, happy was I.
Oh take me to my kind old mother.
There let me live and die.
- One little hut among the bushes, one that I love,
still sadly to my memory rushes
no matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees a-humming all 'round the comb?
When shall I hear the banjo strumming
down in my good old home?
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