For I’ve got a home out yonder, few days--few days!
I’ve got a home out yonder, in old Tennessee.
And I can’t stay in these diggins, few days--few days!
Can’t stay in these diggins, I’m gwine home.
They tell about Maine Liquor Law, few days--few days;
It makes the folks get drunk the more; I’m gwine home.
Nebraska’s gwine to be a State, few days--few days;
Cuba too will come in late; I’m gwine home.
For I’ve got a home out yonder, &c.
Every thing is done by steam, few days--few days;
Leather taffy, chalk ice-cream--I’m gwine home.
Boys wears beards, and women too, few days--few days;
Though all things change there’s nothing new, I’m gwine home.
For I’ve got a home out yonder, &c.
The Shanghai fowls, how tall they grow, few days--few days,
That people can not hear them crow; I’m gwine home.
When guano’s put on gudgeon’s tails, few days--few days;
They grow to be as big as whales; I’m gwine home.
For I’ve got a home out yonder, &c.
There’s sin and folly everywhere, few days--few days;
Enough to make old Satan stare: I’m gwine home.
I’ll sing my parting song once more, few days--few days;
And then I’ll pass o’er Jordan’s shore; I’m gwine home.
For I’ve got a home out yonder, &c.