When It's Sleepy Time Down South

Now, the pale moon's shining on the fields below

The folks are crooning soft and low

You needn't tell me, boy, because I know, yes

When it's sleepy time down south

Yes, the soft wind blowing through the pinewood trees

The folks down there live a life of ease

When old mammy falls on her knees, yes

When it's sleepy time down south, yes

Steamboats up the river, coming and going

Splashing the night away

Oh, yes

You hear those banjos ringing

And the folks are singing

And they dance 'til the break of day, yeah

Dear, old southland with his dreamy songs

You take me back where I belong

Right in my mammy's arms

Whoa, good evening everybody