Where the Mississippi's flowing on the sunny southern shores And the steamboat comes a-puffing round the bend There's a little old log cabin with a grape vine over the door And a little white-washed chimney at the end I'm going back, I'm going back to the place I love so well To the folks who want me for their very own To the little old log cabin with the grape vine o'er the door And a little white-washed chimney at the end I went away up North where they told me I would find Money hanging 'round like apples on a tree It was there my sweetheart told me it was nothing of the kind And the weather was so cold I thought I'd freeze I'm going back, I'm going back to the place I love so well To the folks who want me for their very own To the little old log cabin with the grape vine o'er the door And a little white-washed chimney at the end I can see the smoke a-rising from the little chimney top As it welcomes me and greets me on the breeze It's then I'll start to running and I know I'll never stop Till I've landed in that cabin on my knees I'm going back, I'm going back to the place I love so well To the folks who want me for their very own To the little old log cabin with the grape vine o'er the door And a little white-washed chimney at the end