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Old Black Joe
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(Kelfam/Kelfam)
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Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
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Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
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Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
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I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".
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Joes are coming, Joes are coming, for my head is bending low,
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I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".
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Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
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The children so dear that I held upon my knee
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Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go,
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I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe"
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Joes are coming, Joes are coming, for my head is bending low,
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I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".
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I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".
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Old Black Joe
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| the kelly family |
