Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away.
That's where my heart is turning ever.
That's where the old folks stay.
All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam,
Oh! Mama, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home.
All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam,
Oh! Mama, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home.
Old folks at home!
