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    Mamma says, she don’t want me, because I’m getting old, 
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    fears that I might freeze to death the weather is so cold. 
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    If I live tonight I think I will try, 
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    when the moon goes down tonight I’m a gonna say goodbye. 

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I’m goin from the cotton fields, I’m goin from the cane, 
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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, 
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    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. 
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    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.