(Stephen C. Foster)



Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gay

Gone are toils

Of the cotton fields away

Gone to the fields

Of a better land, I know

I hear those gentle voices callin' me

Old Black Joe



I'm comin', I'm comin'

Though my head is bendin' low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old Black Joe



I'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 calling

Old Black Joe



Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gay

Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away

Gone to the fields of a better land I know

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old Black Joe



I'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' low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old Black Joe



I'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' low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old Black Joe



Old Black Joe



Old Black Joe



(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)