Little White Washed Chimney

Where the Mississippi flowing on the sunny southern shores

And the steamboat come a-puffing round the bend

There's a little old log cabin with a grape vine o're 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

To the folks who'll want me all their own again

In the little old log cabin with the grape vine o're the door

And a little white washed chimney at the end







Oh, I went away up North where they told me I would find

Money hanging around like apples on a tree

But it was as my sweetheart told me there was nothing of the kind

And the weather was so cold I thought I'd freeze







* Refrain







I can see the smoke a-rising from the little chimney top

As it welcomes me and greets me on the breeze

Then I will start a-running and I know I'll never stop

Till I've landed in that cabin on my knees