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3:09 p.m. - 2008-08-29
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.
I'm coming, I'm coming
For my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe.
