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Gone are the daysWhen my heart was young and gayGone are toilsOf the cotton fields awayGone to the fieldsOf a better land, I knowI hear those gentle voices callin' meOld black JoeI'm comin', I'm comin'Though my head is bendin' lowI hear those gentle voices callingOld black JoeI'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low)I hear those gentle voices callingOld black JoeGone are the daysWhen my heart was young and gayLetras de cancionesGone are the toils of the cotton fields, awayGone to the fields of a better land I knowI hear those gentle voices callingOld black JoeI'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' lowI hear those gentle voices callingOld black JoeI'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' lowI hear those gentle voices callingOld black JoeOld black JoeOld black Joe
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"Old Black Joe" as written by Luther/phillips
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