Claude King - Anna Lyrics

This old house is falling down the board is rotten up from the ground

Anna Anna I wanna see my Anna

The bacon's cold the gravy's steamed to eat my cooking ain't same as it seemed

Anna Anna I wanna see my Anna

The shattered boards they bang in the wind

I not care Anna be coming this way again

Look over yonder the cottonfields white as snow Lord take me

To my Anna I wanna see my Anna to my Anna I wanna see my Anna