Old Black Joe

Old Black Joe

Автор мелодии: Stephen Foster
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Gone are the days

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when my heart was young and gay,

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Gone are my friends

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from the cot-ton fields a-way.

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Gone from the earth

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to a bet-ter land I know,

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I hear their gen-tle voic-es call-ing

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Old Black Joe

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I'm com-ing, I'm com-ing

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for my head is bend-ing low:

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I hear those gen-tle voic-es call-ing,

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Old Black Joe.

verse 2
Who do I weep when my heart should feel no pain,
Who do I sigh that my friends come not again,
Grieving for forms now departed long ago?
I hear their gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe.

verse 3
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free,
The children so dear that I held upon my knee?
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe.
Жанр: Патриотизм
Тип гармошки: Блюзовая
Сложность: Для начинающих
Ключ гармошки: C

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