Am       D          E     Am
Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away
Am               D
That's where my heart is turning ever
 E               Am
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

Am                             D
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
Am                  D
Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary
E                Am
Far from the old folks at home