Where the Mississippi flowing by the sunny southern shore
And the steamboat comes a puffing round the bend
To the little old log cabin with a grapevine o'er the door
And the little white washed chimney at the end

Oh, I'm going back, yes going back to the place I love so well
Where the old folks they want me home again
To the little old log cabin with the grapevine o'er the door
And the little white washed chimney at the end

Oh, I went way up north where they told me I would find
Money hanging 'round like apples on a tree
It was like my sweetheart told me, there was nothing of the kind
And the weather was so cold I thought I'd freeze

So I'm going back, yes going back to the place I love so well
Where the old folks they want me home again
To the little old log cabin with the grapevine o'er the door
And the little white washed chimney at the end

Oh, I'm going back, yes going back to the place I love so well
Where the old folks they want me home again
To the little old log cabin with the grapevine o'er the door
And the little white washed chimney at the end