Lyrics:
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
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
filled with
Something else I've compulsively
Searched for over
The past few years - really old
Fucked up marionette-like wood carved dolls
(quite a few
The old folks don't talk much and they talk so slowly when they do
They are rich, they are poor, their illusions are gone, they share one heart for
When Jim and Charlie were six years old
Hiram took em down to the boarding school
As a foster kid and a native father
I was forced to think that he
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
cause God's the one who's punching clocks
Y'all just put the time in
Verse 2 - Stylus
These ghastly folks in-trapped by the ghost who roll for Satan
Is beer, beer, good old aussie beer
It's true australian like a kangaroo
pilsners, lagers and kind will do
Raise your voices loud and clear
For beer,
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
muthafuckin' chrome
So I leave South side for the burbs where my folks stay
Bout lunchtime and ain't nothing like a home plate
And even though a nigga ain't
friend.
Or, to just stay home and kinda relax and hope that some of the kin folks will start dropping in.
Well, the church benches are too hard. And, that
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
grams like my grams
And mine love em like her own
And since I get a meal from both homes that's a mill to both homes
From foster care to blue oceans in
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
never cared much about wherever folks rate me
I heard a quote i live by a while ago
If you believe it when they love you, you gotta accept the lows
Doing
Yeah, them walkin', talkin' truck stop blues
Came back ta life in seventy-two
As "The Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe"
Oh, the Old Home
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
The old folks don't talk much
And they talk so slowly when they do
They are rich, they are poor, their illusions are gone
They share one heart for
My heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me"
Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside café
A young girl came smiling and to me
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
to go home oh how I want to go home
[ guitar ]
Old home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by
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