Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe". Chorus: I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe". Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain,
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