Cotton-Eye Joe

Where do you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe

Leaving your house now, a long time ago

Hid in a cane brake, all night long

Ran away north-land, to sing your song

And you never quit grievin’

Wishing you were home again

Missing the campground

And the sweet, sweet singing

Ain’t a getting younger, Cotton-Eye Joe

Feet still dancing, when the music slows

North-land, north-land, gets so cold

Times get hard when, the bones get old

Ain’t you never quit grieving

Wishing you were home again

Missing the campgrounds

And the sweet, sweet singing

Missing the river, you could catch your dinner in

All day Sunday, feeling like a rescued sinner

Singing the old songs

Singing the old songs

Didn't you find out, a long time ago

Jesus loves his Cotton-Eye Joe

Sittin' in a rocker, sleepy-eyed

Chariots comin' by and by

And you never quit grievin’

Wishing you were home again

Missing the campground

And the sweet, sweet singing

Ah, missing the river you could catch your dinner in

All day Sunday, feeling like a rescued sinner

Singing the old songs

Singing the old songs

And didn't you find out, long time ago

Jesus loves his Cotton-Eye Joe

Sittin' in a rocker, sleepy eyed

Chariots a-comin' by and by

You never quit grieving

Wishing you were home again

Missing the campground

And the sweet, sweet singing