Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
gone from this Earth to a better land, I know
I hear their gentle voices calling poor black Joe.
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|: I'm coming :| for my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling poor black Joe.
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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 poor black Joe.
Chorus