3 acessos
Am D E Am Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away Am D That's where my heart is turning ever E Am That's where the old folks stay All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam Still longing for the old plantation And for the old folks at home Am D All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam Am D Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary E Am Far from the old folks at home