Old Folks At Home
Stephen FosterVersion1
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Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away
That's where my heart is turning ever
That's where the old folks stay
All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home
All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
far from the old folks at home
All 'round the little farm I wandered,
When I was young
Then many happy days I squandered,
Many the songs I sung
When I was playing with my brother,
Happy was I
Oh, take me to my kind old mother,
There let me live and die
All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
far from the old folks at home
One little hut among the bushes,
One that I love
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove
When shall I see the bees a humming,
All 'round the comb
When shall I hear the banjo strumming,
Down by my good old home
All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
far from the old folks at home
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Readable chord sheet for Old Folks At Home by Stephen Foster
[C]Way down upon the [F]Swanee River, [C]Far, far a[G]way [C]That's where my heart is [F]turning ever [C]That's where the [G]old folks [C]stay All up and down the [F]whole creation, [C]Sadly I [G]roam [C]Still longing for the [F]old plantation [C]And for the [G]old folks at [C]home [G]All the world is [C]sad and dreary, [F]everywhere I [C]roam [G] [C]Oh, Lordy, how my [F]heart grows weary, [C]far from the [G]old folks at [C]home [C]All 'round the little [F]farm I wandered, [C]When I was [G]young [C]Then many happy days I [F]squandered, [C]Many the [G]songs I [C]sung [C]When I was playing [F]with my brother, [C]Happy was [G]I [C]Oh, take me to my [F]kind old mother, [C]There let me [G]live and [C]die [G]All the world is [C]sad and dreary, [F]everywhere I [C]roam [G] [C]Oh, Lordy, how my [F]heart grows weary, [C]far from the [G]old folks at [C]home [C]One little hut a[F]mong the bushes, [C]One that I [G]love [C]Still sadly to my mem'ry [F]rushes, [C]No matter [G]where I [C]rove [C]When shall I see the [F]bees a humming, [C]All 'round the [G]comb [C]When shall I hear the [F]banjo strumming, [C]Down by my [G]good old [C]home [G]All the world is [C]sad and dreary, [F]everywhere I [C]roam [G] [C]Oh, Lordy, how my [F]heart grows weary, [C]far from the [G]old folks at [C]home