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 the rustlin' 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 strummin' 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 strummin' 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!)