Old Folks At Home

Old Folks At Home - Al Jolson

Way down upon the Swanee River

Far far away

That's where my heart is turning ever

That's where the old folks stay

All up and down the whole creation

Sadly I roam

Still longing for the old plantation

And for the old folks at home

All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam

Oh mammy how my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home

All 'round the little farm I wandered

When I was young

Then many happy days I squandered

Many the songs I sung

All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam

Oh mammy how my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home