Lyrics:
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 am waitin' 'til I don't know when
'Cause I'm sure it's gonna happen then
Time keeps creepin' through the neighborhood
Killing old folks, wakin'
routine
Give me my old straw hat and a-double-truckin'
Down the avenue we'll go
(Man, you're flyin')
Folks passin' by us
(I'm lyin', I'm dyin')
Will
When sunset in the sky,
And flowers never die, yeas
And friends don't pass you by,
Because that's my home
Oh where the folks say howdedo.
While the soft breezes sigh as in days long gone by
Way down in Missouri where I heard this melody
When I was a little feller on my mommie's knee
The old
make music all the day;
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy, and bright,
By'n by hard times comes a-knocking
'em all laugh they never knew.
Oh all those scenes, to me it seems
Some folk never dream.
??, I feel a force
Rebel with some other cause.
Old
finish
We'd ask the old cowboy
To tell 'em again
You could almost hear
Those prairie winds blowing
His saddle a creakin'
Beneath his old faded
around the back border
Lived a man
That the river folks talked about
They said you better stay away from Ko-ko Joe
'Cause he's cause he's crazy no
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 go to the Swanee Shore!
The birds are singin', it is song time
The banjos strummin'
Down by the Swanee
The folks up north will see me no more
When I go to the Swanee Shore !
[Chorus]
Swanee, Swanee, I am coming back to Swanee !
Hills
And West Virginian land
And an old time family blue grass band
Our God fearing mum and daddy raised
Us young ‘uns on a song
By the banks where old
the old folks still the same?
And by the way, did she mention my name?
Did she mention my name just in passing?
And when the morning came
Do you
make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy, and bright
By'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door
I lived in a tenement six floors above
I lent you my records and I lent you my love
But you left me on the weekend without a by-your-leave
That's
Swanee, how I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven now my mammy's waiting for me
Swanee, how I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven now my mammy's waiting for me
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
Well I got on in Bristol, by the old Virgina line
With a suitcase full of dreams, and a brand new spendin' dime
I had a full bouquet of music,
the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by
make way for the young folks
Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
They say yes and you say no
They ask you why and you close the door
My old friend I thought
for the young folks
Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
They say yes, and you say no
They ask you why, and you close the door
My old friend, I thought you knew
folks I must leave them
I bid them all a fond farewell
I left my faithful pony grazing
In clover by the old corral.
I told my mother not to worry
I
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