Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are the toils
Of the cotton fields away
Gone faraway
To a better land I know
And I hear those gentle voices calling
"Old Black Joe"
Well,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
Oh my head is bending low
I hear those gentle voices calling
"Old Black Joe"
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Oh my head is bending low
I hear those gentle voices calling
"Old Black Joe"
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Oh my head,my head is bending low
I hear those gentle voices calling
"Old Black Joe"
"Old Black Joe"
"Old Black ~ Old Black Joe"