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xLittle Whitewashed Chimney
Where the Mississippi?s Flowing on it?s sunny sorthern shore
And the Steamboat comes a puffing round the bend
There?s a little old log cabin with a grapevine o?re the door
And a little whitewashed chimney at the end
Oh, I went away up North when they told me I would find
Money hanging round like apples on the trees
But like my sweetheart told me there was nothing of the kind
And the weather was so cold I thought I?d freeze
I?m going back, yes going back to the place I love so well
To the folks who?ll want me all their own again
To the little old log cabin with the grapevine o?re the door
And a little whitewashed chimney at the end.
I can see that smoke arising from that little chimney top
As it welcomes me and meets me on the breeze
Then I?ll start a running and I know I?ll never stop
Til I?ve landed in that cabin on my knees