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lewis black - old lyrics

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gone are the days when my heart was young and g-y
gone are the toils of the cotton fields away
gone to the fields of a better land i know
i hear those gentle voices calling, “old black joe”

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)
i’m coming home (i’m coming home)
oh-oh my head is bending low
i hear those gentle voices calling, “old black joe”

old black joe, old black joe, 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 voice calling, “old black joe”

where are the hearts once so happy and free?
the children so dear that i held upon my knee?
gone to the sh0r- where my soul has long’d to go
i hear their gentle voice calling, “old black joe”

- lewis black lyrics

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