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(James A. Bland)

Carry me back to old Virginy
There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime
There's where this old fellow's heart am longed to go.

There's 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...
(James A. Bland)      Carry me back to old Virginy   There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow   There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime   There's where this old fellow's heart am longed to go.      There's 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...