00:07Back in sweetheart days of yore, in 1863, there was one whom I adored, who came according
00:20to me. Each night at eight at the garden gate, he'd seek my hand and heart. Then sing for
00:30me this melody, as the time grew near too far. There'll never be a sweeter story ever told,
00:45than I love you. There'll never be another way for one to say, I love you.
01:02Time may fly, and the years go by, and the signs will change. It's true, but there'll never
01:14be a sweeter story ever told, than I love you. How well I remember, when we would go riding,
01:29the horse knew the way, and he'd slowly walk home. Today it is different, when girlies go
01:36riding, now they're the ones who slowly walk home. My bull would call on Wednesday nights,
01:47with ways and manners so polite, he'd wait for me while I was crimping up. I would have an
01:55awful tussle, trying to arrange and fix my bustle, so that it would not look too stuck up. Oh,
02:03believe me, those days were the best you'll agree. One small drink was enough, we were taught.
02:11But today when the ladies go out to have tea, they say, come on, let's finish the court.
02:18When a body met a body, they would dance with grace. Now a body drags a body all around the
02:29place. It was so
02:31entrancing with the steps they used to do. Now when you have finished dancing, your body is black and blue.
02:43Time may fly, and the years go by, and the years go by.
02:48And the size will change is true, but there'll never be a sweeter story ever told, than I love you.
03:11When I was seven years of age, I used to go to school, and when it came to spelling, oh,
03:18I was awful as the rules. I couldn't spell a single word where Essas was concerned, but I strived to
03:26overcome my list, and success came in return.
03:29Now that word Mississippi, that was awful hard to spell, but now I will convince you, I can spell it,
03:38and spell well.
03:39M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I. That used to be so hard to spell, it
03:55used to make me cry. But since I study spelling, it's just like pumpkin pie.
04:07M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I. That used to be so hard to spell, it
04:32used to make me cry.
04:35But since I study spelling, it's just like pumpkin pie. M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P
04:54-I.
04:55M-I-S-S-I-S-I-S-I-P-I.
05:09He went away to Rome, he's craving not to go home
05:16And though he missed her right from the start
05:20He didn't know she was breaking his heart
05:24He's learned a lesson, today I heard him say
05:31Heartbreaking Creole rose
05:34The dear old Southland knows
05:38No sweet a flower grows
05:42In Dixieland
05:45When the stars begin to shine
05:50That's when I start to pine
05:54For eyes that shine so bright
05:57Black as night
05:59How I yearn to return
06:04What makes Louisiana dear to my heart
06:11It's just because I know that you're
06:17Down among the fields of sugar cane
06:21I'm coming home again
06:25Heartbreaking Creole rose
06:29I'm on my way
06:32Heartbreaking Creole rose
06:37The dear old Southland knows
06:42No sweet a flower grows
06:45In Dixieland
06:49When the sun begins to shine
06:53That's when I start to pine
06:56That's when I start to pine
06:58For eyes that shine so bright
07:01Black as night
07:03How I yearn to return
07:08What makes Louisiana dear to my heart
07:14It's just because I know that you're
07:21It's just because I know that you're
07:22Down among the fields of sugar cane
07:25I'm coming home again
07:29Heartbreaking Creole rose
07:34I'm on my way
07:35I'm on my way
07:36I'm on my way
07:37I'm on my way
07:38I'm on my way
07:38I'm on my way
07:38I'm on my way
07:39I'm on my way
07:40I'm on my way
07:40I'm on my way
07:40I'm on my way
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