| Way down upon the Swanee River,
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| Far, far away
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| There’s where my heart is turning ever,
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| There’s where the old folks stay.
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| All up and down the whole creation,
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| Sadly I roam. |
| (feeling blue)
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| Still a-longin' for the old plantation,
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| And for the old folks at home.
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| All the world is sad and dreary,
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| Ev’rywhere I roam.
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| Oh, how my heart heavy grows weary,
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| Far from the old folks at home
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| (oh I remember when)
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| All around the little farm I wander
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| When I was young
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| Then many happy days I sqaundered
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| Many songs I song
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| All the world is sad and dreary,
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| Ev’rywhere I roam.
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| Oh, how my heavy heart is weary,
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| All the world is sad and dready
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| Far from the old folks at home
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| The Swanee River is calling me home |