C
Gone are the days
F
C
When my heart was young and gay
Dm
G
Of the cotton fields away
C
Gone to the fields
F
C
Of a better land, I know
G
C
F
I hear those gentle voices callin’ me
C
G
C
Old Black Joe
F
C
Though my head is bendin’ low
G
C
F
I hear those gentle voices callin’ me
C
G
C
Old Black Joe
C
F
C
Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain,
Dm
G
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again?
C
F
C
Grieving for forms now departed long ago.
G
C
F
C
G
C
I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe.
F
C
Though my head is bendin’ low
G
C
F
I hear those gentle voices callin’ me
C
G
C
Old Black Joe
C
F
C
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
Dm
G
The children so dear that I held upon my knee?
C
F
C
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go,
G
C
F
C
G
C
I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe.
F
C
Though my head is bendin’ low
G
C
F
I hear those gentle voices callin’ me
C
G
C
Old Black Joe
G
Dm
C
F
