Lyrics:
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
I can always see
Some anvil carrying me
And when momentum gains
It takes me on its way
For the orphan's got another home
And the old man's got
everybody knows my name
Especially at the old folks home which I call the House of Shame
The old folks home is my last stop that's where I end my daily rout
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
to Swanee.
Mammy, Mammy, I love the old folks at home.
I love ya!
Swanne, how i love ya, how i love ya.
my dear old swanne
i'd give the world if i could
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I love you,
it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open
people to spend ya money
Wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open ya eyes to
What's the f***s that's
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
The sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
It's summer and everyone's gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's are in bloom
While the birds
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven no my mama's
Waiting for me
Praying for me
Down by the Swanee
The folks up North
him a cotton boll
He move all his kin folk in
He found a place that is mighty snug
Down by the cotton gin
Well the bee's got a home in the honey
I got
Rude attitude
But It's time to show
And prove
How my Young G's
Need to see
OG's
Who Paid Dues
And carved out A position
By
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
Oh, the sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
'Tis summer
The old folks are gay
Well, the corn top's ripe
And the meadow's in the bloom
While
Mammy, mammy,
I love the old folks at home
I love you Swanee
How I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world if I could only be
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