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Old Black Joe - text

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away
Gone from this place to a better land I know
I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe
Singin' Old Black Joe

Where are the hearts once so happy and so free
The children so dear that I held upon my knee
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go
I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe
Singin' Old Black Joe

I'm coming, I'm coming
For my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe
Singin' Old Black Joe

I'm coming, I'm coming
For my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe
Old Black Joe

I'm coming

Text přidala Girls_Rock

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