Good Old Southern Home

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A. W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.

Good Old Southern Home.

Not many years ago,
When I used to rake and hoe
On the Louisiana bottom all the day;
But since I’ve been set free,
Not much pleasure do I see;
But at last those good old days have passed away.
But I’m getting old and gray,
And I soon must pass away.
My good old massa beckons me to come,
If you hear those voices ringing
I’m waiting for you now, so I must go leave my good old Southern Home.

CHORUS.—All my friends have gone up there,
With the angels bright and fair;
My good old massa beckons me to come
From the heaven bright and fair,
With angel dwelling there,
I must go and leave my good old Southern Home

When I was but a little boy,
To dance and sing it was my joy;
You could always find me gamboling on the green,
But I’m getting old and gray,
And I soon must pass away,
And say farewell to the happy days I’ve seen;
But I know I soon must go,
For the Bible tells me so—
I’m waiting for my summons now to come;
For de angels dwell up dar, and look so bright and fair,
I must go and leave my good old Southern Home—

A.W. AUNER’S CARD AND JOB PRINTING ROOMS, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, pa.

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