| Way down upon the Swanee River, |
| Far, far away |
| That’s where my heart is yearning ever, |
| Home where the old folks stay |
| Way down upon the Swanee River, |
| Far, far away-hey |
| Whoa, that’s where my heart is yearning ever, |
| Home where the old folks stay |
| All up and down the whole creation, |
| Sadly I roam |
| I’m a still a-longin' for the old plantation, |
| Oh, for the old folks at home |
| Ah-oh-oh! |
| Oh, my my! |
| Well, way down upon the Swanee River, |
| Far, far away-hey. |
| Whoa, that’s where my heart is yearning ever, |
| Home where the old folks stay. |
| All up and down the whole creation, |
| Sadly I roam. |
| I’m still a-longin' for the old plantation, |
| And for the old folks at home. |
| All the world is sad and dreary, |
| Ev’rywhere I roam |
| Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary, |
| Far from the old folks at home |
| Far from the old folks at home |
| Far from the old folks at home |
| Far from the old folks at home |