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
