Stephen Foster (1826 – 1864)
Known as the "father of American music", was the pre-eminent songwriter in the United States of the 19th century.
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Old dog Tray ’s ever faithful;
Grief can not drive him away;
He is gentle, he is kind—
I shall never, never find
A better friend than old dog Tray!
The head must bow, and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go;
A few more days, and the trouble all will end,
In the field where the sugar-canes grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,—
No matter, 't will never be light;
A few more days till we totter on the road:—
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
Oh I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee.
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.
All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam.
All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.
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