D      A7                  Bm       D/G    D   Bm  A/A7
Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away
D         A7                       Bm    D/G
That's where my heart is turning ever
 D        Bm         A7         D
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

A7                    D            D7   G                A/A7
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
D   A7                      Bm     D      G
Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary
 D          A7                   D
Far from the old folks at home


All 'round the little farm I wandered, when I was young
Then many happy days I squandered, many the songs I sung
When I was playing with my brother, happy was I
Oh, take me to my kind old mother, there let me live and die

One little hut among the bushes, one that I love
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove
When shall I see the bees a humming, all 'round the comb
When shall I hear the banjo strumming, down by my good old home

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