Little Whitewashed Chimney

Where the Mississippi's flowing on the sunny southern shores
And the steamboats come a-puffing 'round the bend
There's a little old log cabin with a grapevine o'er the door
And a little white-washed chimney at the end

Chorus
I'm going back, yes, going back to the place I love so well
To the folks who want me all their own again
In that little old log cabin with the grapevine o'er the door
And a little white-washed chimney at the end

I went away up North where they told me I would find
Money hanging around like apples on the trees
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 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