James A. Bland Carry me back to old Virginy Theres where the cotton and the corn and taters grow Theres where the birds warble sweet in the springtime Theres where this old fellows heart am longed to go Theres where I labored so hard for old massa Day after day in the fields of yellow corn No place on earth do I love more sincerely Than old Virginy the state where I was born No place on earth do I love more sincerely Than old Virginy the state where I was born...You might also like
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