X:1
T:Old Black Joe
C:Steven Collins Foster
M:C
L:1/8
Q:1/8=100
K:D
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w:1.Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay.
w:2.Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain?
w:3.Where are the hearts once so hap-py and so free?
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w:Gone are my friends, from the cot-ton fields a-way.
w:Why do I sigh that my friends come not a-gain?
w:The~child-ren so dear that I held up-on my knee?
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w:Gone from this place, to a bet-ter land I know. I
w:Grie-ving for forms, now de-part-ed long a-go. I
w:Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go. I
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w:hear their gen-tle voi-ces cal-ling, "Old Black Joe." I'm
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w:com-ing, I'm com-ing, for my head is bend-ing low. I
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w:hear their gen-tle voi-ces cal-ling, "Old Black Joe."