Sweet Sunny South from Charlie Poole and Brad Leftwich in Round Peak Style Clawhammer Banjo book. Key A 
Take me home to a place, where I first saw the light To my sweet sunny south, take me home Where the mockingbirds sing me to sleep every night Oh, why was I tempted to roam 
Oh I think with regret of the dear home I left Of the warm hearts that sheltered me there And the wife and the dear ones on whom I�m bereft And sight of the old place again 
Take me home to a place where my little ones sleep And old Massa lies buried nearby Oe�r the graves of the loved ones I long there to weep And among them to rest and to die 
Take me home to the place where the orange trees grow To my cot in the evergreen shade Where the flowers on the river�s green margin�s they grow They are sweet on the banks where we played 
The path to our cottage, they say has grown green The place is quite lonely around And I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen Now lies in the cold mossy ground 
Take me home to a place where my little ones sleep And old Massa lies buried nearby Oe�r the graves of the loved ones I long there to weep And among them to rest and to die 
Take me back, let me see what is left that I know Can it be that the old house is gone? Dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few And I must face death alone 
But yet I return to the place of my birth Where the children have played around the door Where they gather wild blossoms that grow round the path They will echo our footsteps no more 
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