Lyrics:
First verse
I love a little yellow gal, Big brown eyes, She's gwine to be my steady pal, She's a prize; She's not a hot house flower of cultivation, A black carnation, tho' low her station, She's just the sweetest flow'r in all creation Transplanted from a garden far away When moonbeams shine, with love divine, Then these words to her I say:
Chorus
Oh, Oh, Miss Phoebe don't ever leave me Tell me you'se ma honey gal, and true to me you'll ever ever ever be, And oo, oo, say you'll be true, I love you, deed I do; Just believe me, don't deceive me, Phoebe.
Second verse
I'm going back to Tennessee Some fine day, I'se gwine to bring my gal with me There to stay Down where the yellow corn is gently swaying, We'll go a straying, with banjos playing, There ain't no place like Dixieland they're saying Although you search this wide world ev'rywhere And soft and low, like long ago, I will whisper to her there:
(Chorus)
Sheldon Harris Collection
