Claude King
Anna
This old house is falling down the board is rotten up from the groundAnna Anna I wanna see my AnnaThe bacon's cold the gravy's steamed to eat my cooking ain't same as it seemedAnna Anna I wanna see my AnnaThe shattered boards they bang in the windI not care Anna be coming this way againLook over yonder the cotton fields white as snow Lord take meTo my Anna I wanna see my Anna to my Anna I wanna see my Anna
From Letras Mania