Little White-washed Chimney✓

Where the Mississippi flowing by the sunny southern shores

And the steamboat comes a puffing round the bend

To the little old log cabin with a grapevine o'er the door

And a 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 own 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 around 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

Oh I'm going back yes going back to the place I love so well

Where the old folks they want me home own again

To the little old log cabin with the grapevine o'er the door

And the little white washed chimney at the end