Biography:
The famous American songwriter Stephen Foster (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Foster) (July 4, 1826- January 14, 1864) was author of the words and music of some of the most well-known American songs, including "Camptown Races" and "I Dream of Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair". Since all his songs are firmly in the public domain, many artists have recorded them over the years, and in digital recordings they are Stephen Foster's name often appears in the "artist" field of the ID3 label. See also: Stephen Collins Foster
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Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away
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That's where my heart is turning ever
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That's where the old folks stay
All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home
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All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
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Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary
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Far from the old folks at home
All 'round the little farm I wandered, when I was young
Then many happy days I squandered, many the songs I sung
When I was playing with my brother, happy was I
Oh, take me to my kind old mother, there let me live and die
One little hut among the bushes, one that I love
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove
When shall I see the bees a humming, all 'round the comb
When shall I hear the banjo strumming, down by my good old home
Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away
D A7 Bm D/G
That's where my heart is turning ever
D Bm A7 D
That's where the old folks stay
All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home
A7 D D7 G A/A7
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
D A7 Bm D G
Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary
D A7 D
Far from the old folks at home
All 'round the little farm I wandered, when I was young
Then many happy days I squandered, many the songs I sung
When I was playing with my brother, happy was I
Oh, take me to my kind old mother, there let me live and die
One little hut among the bushes, one that I love
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove
When shall I see the bees a humming, all 'round the comb
When shall I hear the banjo strumming, down by my good old home
Stephen Marley
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Sondheim
Stephen Speaks
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