When It's Sleepy Time Down South

Now the pale moon's shining on the fields below The folks are crooning songs soft and low You needn't tell me, boy, because I know When it's sleepy time down south Soft wind blowing through the pinewood trees The folks down there live a life of ease When old mammy falls on her knees When it's sleepy time down south Steamboats on the river a-coming, a-going Splashing the night away You hear those banjos ringing, all the people all singing They dance 'til the break of day, oh Dear old southland with his dreamy songs Take me back where I belong Right here in my mammy's arms When it's sleepy time down south Dear old southland with his dreamy songs Take me back where I belong Right here in my mammy's arms When it's sleepy time, sleepy time, down south Yes, Lord --- When It's Sleepy Time Down South - Louis Armstrong