I don't care so much about de sunshine
I don't bother much about de rain
I can't help brooding over bygone days
And a home i may never see again
Trying mighty hard to keep from weeping
An longin for de Mississippi shore
Where de steamboats used to come a sweepin
By my cabin door

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Oh I do feel sorry that i was set free
Masser an de Missus was so good to me
Ma hearts just achin and abreakin
Dere faces to see once more
Pickaninis sitting round a fire so bright
Hangin up dere stockins on a Christmas night
Cos Santa claus is comin in the mornin
To de cabin on de mississppi shore

Sometimes I feel I'd like to wander
Back to de cotton fields again
I can't help broodin over bygone days
And my tears dey start to fall just like de rain
Piccaninies run to meet dere mammies
Dere merry voices ringin thro de air
Pretty soon de moon begins a shinin
And Dina meet me dere"