Lyrics:
First verse
I's a gettin old and feeble, and my har is turning gray, An my feet am weary roaming ‘round de earth, An if I was only able I would soon be on my way Back to Dixie and de ole home of my birth; But dar aint no use in trying, for I knows I cannot go, An my heart is fill'd wid sadness an wid pain; For my heart is bin a sighin for de friends I used to know, For I'd like to see de ole home once again.
Chorus
Dar's but little consolation for a darkey ole as me, Dar's but one good place ob rest I eber saw; Down up on de ole plantation 'twas as happy as could be, My ole home in Alabama, ‘fo' de war.
Second verse
Oh, dar aint no use in weeping for de happy days dat's gone, For de happy days when I was at my home, When we use to hoe de cotton and de sugar cane an corn, An my feet was eber ready for to come. But I'd like to go to Dixie for to see de home again, Just to live at home anoder happy year. Whar my heart would be so happy in de sunshine and de rain, Wid de white folks an de darkeys eber near.
Sheldon Harris Collection
