Where the Mississippi’s flowing on the sunny southern shores And the steamboats come a-puffing ’round the bend There’s a little old log cabin with a grapevine o’er the door And a little white-washed chimney at the end 
Chorus I’m going back, yes, going back to the place I love so well To the folks who want me all their own again In that little old log cabin with the grapevine o’er the door And a little white-washed chimney at the end 
I went away up North where they told me I would find Money hanging around like apples on the trees But it was as my sweetheart told me, there was nothing of the kind And the weather was so cold I thought I’d freeze 
I can see the smoke a-rising from the little chimney top As it welcomes me and greets me on the breeze Then I will start a-running and I know I’ll never stop Till I’ve landed in that cabin on my knees 
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