Old Folks at Home

Way down upon the Swanee River
Far, far away
There's where my heart is turning ever
There's where the old folks stay
All up and down the whole creation
Sadly I roam
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home

All the world am sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home

Way down upon the Swanee River
Far, far away
There's where my heart is turning ever
There's where the old folks stay
All up and down the whole creation
Sadly I roam
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home

All the world am sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home

All the world am sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home