Gone are the days
   When my heart was young and gay
   Gone are toils
   Of the cotton fields away
   Gone to the fields
   Of a better land, I know
   I hear those gentle voices callin' me
   Old Black Joe
  
   I'm comin', I'm comin'
   Though my head is bendin' low
   I hear those gentle voices calling
   Old Black Joe
  
   I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
   Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
   Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low)
   I hear those gentle voices calling
   Old Black Joe
  
   Gone are the days
   When my heart was young and gay
   Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away
   Gone to the fields of a better land I know
   I hear those gentle voices calling
   Old Black Joe
  
   I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
   Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
   Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low
   I hear those gentle voices calling
   Old Black Joe
  
   I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
   Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
   Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low
   I hear those gentle voices calling
   Old Black Joe
  
   Old Black Joe
   Old Black Joe