Carry me back to old Virginny
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There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow
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There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime
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There's where the old darke'ys heart am long'd to go
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There's where I labored so hard for old massa
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Day after day in the field of yellow corn
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No place on earth do I love more sincerely
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Than old Virginny, the state where I was born
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Carry me back to old Virginny
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There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow
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There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime
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There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go
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Carry me back to old Virginny
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There let me live 'till I wither and decay
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Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered
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There's where this old darke'ys life will pass away
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Massa and missis have long gone before me
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Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore
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There we'll be happy and free from all sorrow
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There's where we'll meet and we'll never part no more
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Carry Me Back To Old Virginny
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| Louis Armstrong |
