It's just an old time story
One that I've heard before
I left my mammy's fond caress
To search the world for happiness
The things I left behind me
Were the things I sought in vain
Sad and blue
Weary too
I'm going home again
(Yes, sir) I'm goin' South
Taste the sugar cane right in my mouth
All the world is sweeter way down South
Where I spent my happy days
I hear [bad word]  corn
Birds are singin' in the early morn
In the little town where I was born
Down Alabammy way
I just can picture Black Joe
With his old banjo
I can hear him [bad word]  a tune
That old quartet
I can hear them yet
Singing 'By the Silvery Moon'
Ain't got a thing to pack
Still I'm headin' for that little old shack
Ain't nobody gonna hold me back
I'm goin' South
(Yes, sir) I'm goin' down upon the Swanee river
Oh, if I feel blue and all the world is [ ... ] and only you
Every evenin' when the shadows fall upon him
That's the time my lonesome heart gets loud, starts callin' "Lordy, save me!"
Down old Alabammy way
I just can picture Black Joe
With his old banjo
I can hear him [bad word]  a tune
That old quartet
I can hear them yet
Singin' 'By the Silvery Moon'
Ain't got a thing to pack
Don't even own the coat that's on my back
Not a livin' soul can hold me back (outta my way!)
I'm goin' South
(Here we go! Here's the train!)