When Its Sleepy Time Down South

Pale moon shining on the fields below,

Folks are crooning songs soft and low,

Needn’t tell me so, be – cause         I k       now

It’s sleepy time down south.

Softs winds blowing thru the pinewood trees,

Folks down there live a life of ease;

When the twilight brings the eve –        ning br       eeze,

It’s sleepy time down south.

Steamboats on the river, a-comin’ and a-goin’,

Splashing the night away

Hear those banjos ringing, the folks are alla-singin’ —

They dance till break of day.

Dear old Southland, with its dreamy songs,

Takes me back there where I belong;

How I’d love to be moth –        er’s a       rms

When it’s sleepy time down south.

Steamboats on the river, a-comin’ and a-goin’,

Splashing the night away

Hear those banjos ringing, the folks are alla-singin’ —

They dance till break of day.

Dear old Southland, with its dreamy songs,

How I’d love to be moth –        er’s a       rms

When it’s sleepy time down south,

When it’s sleep – y      time        down s       outh.