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 cotton fields white as snow Lord take me To my Anna I wanna see my Anna to my Anna I wanna see my Anna