Way down upon the Suwanee River

Far far away

There's where my heart is turning ever

There's where the old folks stay

All the world is sad and dreary

Ev'ry where I roam

Oh brothers how my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home

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

Ev'ry where I roam

Oh brothers how my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home

When will I see the bees a humming

All round the comb

When will I hear the banjo strumming

Down in my good old home

All the world is sad and dreary

Ev'ry where I roam

Oh brothers how my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home