Gone are the days. When my heart was young and gay. Gone are toils. Of the cotton fields away. Gone to the fields. Of a better land I know. I hear those gentle voices callin' me. Old Black Joe. I'm comin' I'm comin'. Though my head is bendin' low. I hear those gentle voices calling. Old Black Joe. I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home). Well I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home). Though my head (my head my head is bendin' low). I hear those gentle voices calling. Old Black Joe. Gone are the days. When my heart was young and gay. Gone are the toils of the cotton fields away. Gone to the fields of a better land I know. I hear those gentle voices calling. Old Black Joe. I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home). Oh an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home). Well oh well my head (my head) is bendin' low. I hear those gentle voices calling. Old Black Joe. I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home). Oh an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home). Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low. I hear those gentle voices calling. Old Black Joe. Old Black Joe. Old Black Joe.