This old house is falling down the board is rotten up from the ground
|
Anna Anna I wanna see my Anna
|
The bacon's cold the gravy's steamed to eat my cooking ain't same as it seemed
|
Anna Anna I wanna see my Anna
|
The shattered boards they bang in the wind
|
I not care Anna be coming this way again
|
Look over yonder the cottonfields white as snow Lord take me
|
To my Anna I wanna see my Anna to my Anna I wanna see my Anna
|
|
-----------------
|
Anna
|
| Claude King |
