It's just an old time story One that I've heard before I left my mammy's fond caress To search the world for happiness The things I've left behind me Were the things I'd sought in vain Sad and blue, weary, too I'm going home again Yes, sir, I'm going South Taste the sugarcane right in my mouth All the world is sweet away down South Where I spend my happy days I hear the rustlin' corn Birds are singin' in the early morn' In the little town where I was born Down Alabamy' way I just can picture Black Joe with his old banjo I can hear him strummin' a tune That old quartet, I can hear them yet Singing "By the Silvery Moon" Ain't got a thing to pack Still, I'm headed for that little old shack Ain't nobody gonna hold me back I'm going South! Yes, sir, I'm going down upon the Suwanne River Oh, if I feel blue, and if all the world is had only 'nis and only you Every evening when the shadows fall upon him That's the time my lonesome pocket's loud starts comin' Lordy save me, down old Alabamy way I just can picture Black Joe with his old banjo I can hear him strummin' a tune That old quartet, I can hear them yet Singing "By the Silvery Moon" Ain't got a thing to pack Still, I'm headed for that little old shack Ain't nobody gonna hold me back I'm going South!