A                                D                 A
    Mamma says, she don't want me, because I'm getting old,
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    fears that I might freeze to death the weather is so cold.
    A                    D            A
    If I live tonight I think I will try,
                                           E             A
    when the moon goes down tonight I'm a gonna say goodbye.

     A                                              E
I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
     A             D           A                  E       A
I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.

     A                            D             A
    Now I'm old and feeble and I cannot see my way,
                                      E
    Mamma says, I'm old and gray and only in the way.
         A                                D               A
    I'm leaving the little log hut, the place I love to dwell.
                                               E             A
    when the stars shine bright tonight I'm a gonna bid farewell.

     A                                              E
I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
     A             D           A                  E       A
I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.

     A                                              E
I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
     A             D           A                  E       A
I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.