Key: A
Introduction:
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.