Little Whitewashed Chimney

Where the Mississippi flowing on the sunny southern shores

And the steamboat comes a-puffing 'round the bend

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

And the little white-washed chimney at the end

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 grapevine o'er the door

And the 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

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 grapevine o'er the door

And the little white-washed chimney at the end

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

'Til I've landed in that cabin on my knees

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 grapevine o'er the door

And the little white-washed chimney at the end