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
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