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A D A Mamma says, she don?t want me, because I?m getting old, E fears that I might freeze to death the weather is so cold. A D A If I live tonight I think I will try, E A when the moon goes down tonight I?m a gonna say goodbye. A E I?m goin from the cotton fields, I?m goin from the cane, A D A E A I?m goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane. A D A Now I?m old and feeble and I cannot see my way, E Mamma says, I?m old and gray and only in the way. A D A I?m leaving the little log hut, the place I love to dwell. E A when the stars shine bright tonight I?m a gonna bid farewell. A E I?m goin from the cotton fields, I?m goin from the cane, A D A E A I?m goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane. A E I?m goin from the cotton fields, I?m goin from the cane, A D A E A I?m goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.
Written by A.P. Carter
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