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No More The Moon Shines On Lorena

Key: A

Introduction: A    D    E    A    

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          Way down upon the old plantation
                        A                                                                    E  
          old Massey used to own me as a slave.
                     A                                                                      D  
          He had a yeller gal he called Lorena,
                                E                                         E7                              A  
          and we courted where the wild bananas waved.
                        A                                                 D  
          For long years there we courted,
                                A                                         E  
          and we were as happy as one,
                                A                                         D  
          and my hard work for did Massey,
                                  E                              E7                                    A  
          and the happiness of life had just begun.
          A                                                                 D  
No more the moon shines on Lorena,
                        A                                                                                      E  
as we'd sit and watch the coons among the corn,
                        A                                                                      D  
and the possums laying on the wild bananas,
                     E                         E7                                 A  
and the old owl a hootin' like a horn.
                        A                                                                         D  
          One day I called to see my dear Lorena,
                     A                                                                              E  
          I thought she would meet me at the gate,
                                     A                                                         D  
          but they took her away to old Virginy,
                        E                         E7                              A  
          and left me to mourn for her fate.
                        A                                                         D  
          For years I have longed to see her,
                                     A                                                                            E  
          and the thoughts of her was ever in my head.
                        A                                                 D  
          One day Massey read me a letter,
                                E                      E7                              A  
          telling me that Lorena she was dead.
          A                                                                 D  
No more the moon shines on Lorena,
                        A                                                                                      E  
as we'd sit and watch the coons among the corn,
                        A                                                                      D  
and the possums laying on the wild bananas,
                     E                         E7                                 A  
and the old owl a hootin' like a horn.
                                A                                                                            D  
          But I know that her soul has gone to heaven,
                          A                                                                 E  
          and there she is ever free from pain,
                                A                                                         D  
          and to her a brighter crown is given,
                                E                                 E7                                         A  
          and no more she will wear the darkie's chain.
          A                                                                 D  
No more the moon shines on Lorena,
                        A                                                                                      E  
as we'd sit and watch the coons among the corn,
                        A                                                                      D  
and the possums laying on the wild bananas,
                     E                         E7                                 A        DE  A  
and the old owl a hootin' like a horn.