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Where de Mississippi washes on de southern
sunny shores,
And de steamboat comes puffin' round de bend,
Stands a little white-washed cabin with a grapevine o'er the door,
And amoss-covered chimney at the end.
Oh, I've bee 'way out in Kansas where dey told me I would find
Money growin' round like apples on de trees;
But 'twas just like Dinah told me, I'd find nothing of the kind
And the weather was so cold, I like to freeze.
Chorus: Goin' back, goin' back, oh, what a happy day
To be wid Dinah and de baby Ben,
Ad to see de white-wash cabin wid de gravein o'er de door,
And de moss-covered chimney at de end.
When I see de smoke a-curlin' from
de little chimney top
And a-mixin' wid de green leaves on de trees,
Den I'm bound to start a-runnin' and I know I'll never stop
Till I fall down by de cabin on my knees.
Den I'll praise my God in glory that he ever let me live,
To kiss de rosy lips of little Ben,
And to see de white-wash cabin wid de grapevine o'er de door
And de moss-covered chimney at de end.
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Note
from E.L. Simons (1952): My grandmother Simons learned this song
in the 1890's from a second cousin once-removed, Mr. Fred Anderson who
now, 1952, lives in Houston, Texas. This song was not alone in reflecting
the hardships of the early homesteaders. My grandmother remembers another
lament which went as follows --
Potatoes they grow small in Kansas,
Potatoes they grow small in Kansas,
Potatoes they grow small,
And we dig them in the fall,
And we eat 'em tops and all in Kansas.
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