This is another song my dad used to sing to us. My youngest brother used to cry when he sang it. I guess it sounded sad to him. This would be considered a politically incorrect song to sing now days, but it is part of my history and I like it. ( I just discovered this was in my Dad's barbershop quartet book. That is probably why he sang it to us. Update 3-19-2010)
Gone are the days, when my heart was young and gay.
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away.
Gone from the earth to a better land I know.
I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe.
I'm coming, I'm coming, though my head is bending low.
I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe. Click here for vocal
Written by Stephen Foster circa 1860
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