I'm growing old and feeble and I can't work on more. My rusty bladed hoe, I've laid to rest. My mama and my papa they are sleeping side by side. And their spirits now are roaming with the blessed.
Oh I'm gettin' old and feeble and I cannot work no more. The children no more gather 'round my door. And old masters and old mrs they are sleepin' side by side.