Where do you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
They burned your house down, a long time ago
Hid in a cane brake, all night long
Ran away North land, to sing your song

And you never quit grieving, wishing you were home again
Missing the campgrounds, and the sweet, sweet singing

Ain't a-getting younger, Cotton-Eye Joe
Feet still dancing, when the music slows
North land, north land, gets so cold
Times get hard when the bones get old

And you never quit grieving, wishing you were home again
Missing the campground, and the sweet, sweet singing
Missing the river you could catch your dinnеr in
All day Sunday, feeling like a rescued sinnеr
Singing the old songs, singing the old songs

Didn't you find out, a long time ago
Jesus loves his Cotton-Eye Joe
Sittin' in a rocker, sleepy eyed
Chariots comin' bye and bye

And you never quit grieving, wishing you were home again
Missing the campground, and the sweet, sweet singing
Ah, missing the river you could catch your dinner in
All day Sunday, feeling like a rescued sinner
Singing the old songs, singing the old songs
And didn't you find out, long time ago
Jesus loves his Cotton-Eye Joe
Sittin' in a rocker, sleepy eyed
Chariots comin' bye and bye

You never quit grieving, wishing you were home again
Missing the campground, and the sweet, sweet singing...