[1] Where the Mississippi's flowing on the [4] sunny southern [2maj] shores
And the [5] steamboat comes a-puffin' round the [1] bend
There's a little old log cabin with a [4] grape vine o'er the [2maj] door
And a [5] little white-washed chimney at the [1] end

[1] I'm going back yes going back to the [4] place I love so [1] well
To the folks who'll want me all their own a-[5]-gain
In that [1] little old log cabin with the [4] grape vine o'er the [2maj] door
And a [5] little white-washed chimney at the [1] end

Oh I went away up North where they told me I would find
Money hanging around like apples on a tree
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-runnin' and I know I'll never stop
Till I've landed in that cabin on my knees