Frantic Flintstones - Old Black Joe | Текст песни

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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 callin'
Old Black Joe

I'm comin', I'm comin'
Though my head is feelin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe

Well, 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 feelin' low)
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe

Old Black Joe

Old Black Joe

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