Way down upon the Suwannee River, Far, far away,
There's where my heart is turning ever,
There's where the old folks stay.
All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam.
O dear ones, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home.
There's where my heart is turning ever,
There's where the old folks stay.
All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam.
O dear ones, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home.