Paroles de Old Black Joe

Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay Gone are toils Of the cotton fields away Gone to the fields Of a better land, I know I hear those gentle voices callin' me Old Black Joe I'm comin', I'm comin' Though my head is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low) I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away Gone to the fields of a better land I know I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe Old Black Joe Old Black Joe