Down Yonder

Transcript

I've got the blues, yearning for my gold, I've got the blues, yearning for my gold. Oh, I'm twenty-four, oh, I'm twenty-four. Brother, if you only knew, you'd want to hurry up, too.

Down yonder, someone beckons to me. Down yonder, someone reckons on me. I need to see a race in memory.

Between the Natchez and the Roberties. Twenty-four, I miss you more and more. Every day my mammy lends.

You're fifty grand. Down yonder, while they all get the news. Don't wander at the hollow balloon.

There's daddy and mammy, there's Ephraim and Sammy, waiting down yonder for me. Down yonder, when they all get the news. Don't wander at the hollow balloon.

There's daddy and mammy, there's Ephraim and Sammy, waiting down yonder for me. Come the night, fields of white, bright cotton moon. I've a life, and then I'm gonna feel all good.

Lasses take, mammy makes. I keep them down. I can hear the doggies, who will know you.

I'll see my sweetie once more. There's lots of kissing in store. Down yonder, there's a little girl awaiting with a heart of salvation.

Down yonder, amid the fields of fuzzy cotton, there will never be forgotten. There is a scene that seems to linger longer in my memory. Floating down the Mississippi River on the good ship Robert E. Lee.

One is all, I miss you more and more every day, my mammy. And you're simply grand. Down yonder, there will be a jubilation when they meet me at the station.

Down yonder, they will have a celebration that's beyond imagination. For there's daddy and there's mammy, and there's Ephraim and there's Sammy. The dance is on the levee somewhere down in Alabama.

And the wait is down yonder for the breeze. Down yonder, someone reckons on me. Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton.

Down yonder, someone reckons on me. We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home. I seem to see a race in memory.

This is the cactus and the Robert E. Lee. Floating down the Mississippi River on the good ship Robert E. Lee. One is all, I miss you more and more every day, my mammy.

And you're simply grand. Down yonder, when they all get to do. Oh, Maryland, my Maryland.

Don't wonder at the hull of the loo. Way down upon the swampy river, there's daddy and mammy. There's Ephraim and Sammy.

The wait is down yonder for the breeze.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.