Lyrics:
First verse
On the Mississippi there's a place, where I often wish I could be, On the Mississippi there's a face, That I'd give the world to see; It's my Mammy and her cabin by the Mississippi shore, But Mammy and her cabin they ain't in this world no more; She don't sit by the fireside as in the days of yore, 'Cause they all have gone before.
Chorus
I can see her right there, in her old rockin' chair, With the yaller kitten a playin' with a ball of knittin'; on the floor by the door, little pickaninny hummin' melodies you've heard before; then old Uncle Jim, I can see him, As he'd walk in, filled up on gin, And he'd lie about the war of ""eighteen sixty four,"" At my dear old Mammy's fireside. I can side.
Second verse
Times are diff'rent since the by gone days, They don't seem the sama as before, Folks are diffe'rent and they've changed their ways, They don't seem the same no more; They've machines to pick the cotton that they used to pick by hand, The darkies who played banjos all belong to someone’s band; They serenade by phonograph, not like I won my bride, At my Mammy’s fire side.
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