Old Black Joe

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Gone are the days
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When my heart was young and gay

Gone are toils
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Of the cotton fields away
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Gone to the fields
     F              C
Of a better land, I know
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I hear those gentle voices callin' 
me
C   G     C
Old Black Joe

I'm comin', I'm comin'
          F               C
Though my head is bendin' low
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  G                 C      F
I hear those gentle voices callin' 
me
C   G     C
Old Black Joe

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Why do I weep, when my heart 
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should feel no pain,
                      Dm           
Why do I sigh that my friends come 
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not again?
C                        F       
Grieving for forms now departed 
     C
long ago.
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I hear their gentle voices calling
 C   G     C
 Old Black Joe.

I'm comin', I'm comin'
          F               C
Though my head is bendin' low
  G                 C      F
I hear those gentle voices callin' 
me
C   G     C
Old Black Joe

C                            F   
Where are the hearts once so 
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happy and so free?
                            Dm  
The children so dear that I held 
         G
upon my knee?
C                          F     
Gone to the shore where my soul 
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has longed to go,
  G                 C      F      
I hear their gentle voices calling
 C   G     C
 Old Black Joe.
I'm comin', I'm comin'
          F               C
Though my head is bendin' low
  G                 C      F
I hear those gentle voices callin' 
me
C   G     C
Old Black Joe