Mamma says she don't want me because I'm getting old
Fears that I might freeze to death the weather is so cold
If I live tonight I think I will try
When the moon goes down tonight I'm a gonna say goodbye

I'm goin from the cotton fields
I'm goin from the cane
I'm goin from that little log hut
That stands down in the 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