"Down Where The Cotton Blossoms Grow"
J. W. Myers
Words by Andrew B. Sterling
Music by Harry Von Tilzer
I was going home again. I was waiting for my
train in a quaint old railway station way out west.
All the world was bright to me, for I knew I soon
would see dear old mother and the girl I loved the best.
I could see the rustic gate where I swung with sweetheart
Kate and my old plantation home that stood below.
May the soft moon gently shine on your sweet face, mother mine...
