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fears that I might freeze to death the weat[E]her is so cold.
[A]If I live tonight I [D]think I will [A]try,
when the moon goes down tonight I’m a [E]gonna say good[A]bye.
CH
I’m [A]goin from the cotton fields, I’m goin from the [E]cane,
I’m [A]goin from that [D]little log [A]hut that stands down [E]in the [A]lane.
Now I’m old and feeble and I cannot see my way,
Mamma says, I’m old and gray and only in the way.
I’m leaving the little log hut, the place I love to dwell.
when the stars shine bright tonight I’m a gonna bid farewell.
CH X2