Mama says she don't want me Because I'm getting old Scared that I might freeze to death The weather is so cold If I live till night I think I will try When the moon goes down tonight I'm going to say goodbye I'm going from the cotton field I'm going from the cane I'm going from that little log hut That stands down in the lane Now I'm old and feeble And I cannot see my way Mama 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 going to bid farewell I'm going from the cotton field I'm going from the cane I'm going from that little log hut That stands down in the lane I'm going from the cotton field I'm going from the cane I'm going from that little log hut That stands down in the lane