It's just an old time story
One that I've heard before
I left my mammy's fond caress to search the world for happiness
The things I left behind me were the things I sought in vain
Sad and blue, weary too, I'm going home again
Yes, sir, I'm going south
Taste the sugar cane right in my mouth
Oh, the world is sweeter way down south, where I spend my happy days
I hear the rustlin' corn, birds are singing in the early
Morn in the little town where I was born, down Alabamy way
I just can picture Black Joe with his old
Banjo, I can hear him strumming a tune
That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by the silvery moon
Ain't got a thing to pack, still I'm headed for that little old shack
Ain't nobody gonna hold me back, I'm going south
Yes, sir, I'm going down upon the Swanee River
Oh, if I feel blue and, oh, the world
Is hard, loneliness and only you
Every evening when the shadows fall upon him, that's the time
My lonesome heart gets loud, starts callin', "Lordy, save me"
Down old Alabamy way, I just can picture Black Joe
With his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a tune
That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by the silvery moon
Ain't got a thing to pack, don't even own the coat that's on my back
Not a living soul can hold me back, outta my way, I'm going south
Here we go
Here's the train
