Old Black Joe

Old Black Joe - Roy & The Kiliaan Brothers

Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gray

Gone are the toils

Of the cotton fields away

Gone are the fields

Of a better land I know

I hear those gentle voices calling

"Old Black Joe"

I'm coming I'm coming

For my head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

"Old Black Joe"

I'm coming home (I'm coming home)

I'm coming home (I'm coming home)

Oh-oh my head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

"Old Black Joe"

I'm coming home (I'm coming home)

I'm coming home (I'm coming home)

Oh-oh my head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

"Old Black Joe"

I'm coming home (I'm coming home)

I'm coming home (I'm coming home)

Oh-oh my head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

"Old Black Joe"

I'm coming home (I'm coming home)

I'm coming home (I'm coming home)

Oh-oh my head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

"Old Black Joe"

Old Black Joe Old Black Joe