Song Lyrics
OLD BLACK JOE
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay.
Gone are my friends
From the cotton fields away.
Gone from this place,
To a better land I know.
I hear their gentle voices calling:
Old Black Joe.
CHORUS:
I’m coming, I’m coming
For my head is bending low.
I hear their gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe.
Why do I weep
When my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh
That my friends come not again?
Grieving for forms
Now departed long ago.
I hear their gentle voices calling:
Old Black Joe.
Where are the hearts
Once so happy and so free?
The children so dear
That I held upon my knee?
Gone to the shore
Where my soul has longed to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling:
Old Black Joe.
Popular in the 20’s, I think:
I know that you are married.
You know I’m married too.
Nobody knows that you know me;
Nobody knows that I know you.
If you say so, we’ll have luncheon,
Every day, though, just the same.
But darlin’, if you talk in your sleep,
Don’t mention my name!
Another one from that era:
He’s my cousin, if she’s your niece,
What’s sauce for the gander is sauce for the geese.
Oh, oh, what’s the use in kickin”?
Let me have my lobster, and I’ll let you have your chicken.
But, if there are any more nieces, just bear in mind:
I’ve a few more cousins of the very same kind.
Husband! Let us have peace!
He’s my cousin, if she’s your niece!
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