Kelly Family

^A Gone are the days when my ^D heart was young ^A and gay.
Gone are my friends from the ^D cotton fie ^E lds away.
Gone fr ^A om the earth to a ^D better land ^A I know.
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^E I hear those gentle ^D voices ^A/D calling ^A Old ^E Black ^A Joe.
Joe's a coming. Joe's a coming. For my ^D head is ^A bending low.
^E I hear those gentle ^D voices ^A/D calling ^A Old ^E Black ^A Joe.
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free.
Joe's so dear, that I hold upon my knee.
Gone to the shore, where my soul has longed to go.
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I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe.