There's a cabin in the southland
Where I long to go,
Little cabin in the cotton,
Where the cotton grows.
There's a cabin in the cotton,
Far away but not forgotten,
And in every recollection,
That's where my affection strays.
I got a feeling so sentimental
And I see a smile so gentle,
When I think of old Virginnie
And my pickaninny days.
clicarvia