When It's Sleepy Time Down South - Louis Prima

And Basin Street is the street

Where all the boys and the boot folks meet

Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams

And you never know how nice it seems

And not so much it really means

La-la-loo-loo

You’re dear to me, yes siree

Dear to me, yes siree

Can’t you see, baby?

I can’t lose

Lose good old Basin Street blues

Never know how nice it seems

Just how much it really means

And I’ll see the moon and the moon is pale

And it’ll look like they’re taking some cat to jail

No, it’s the moon that’s pale in the sun

And then the sun is gone

And the steam wants to come in

And it splashes on the good, whoo-whoo

And ba-ba-soo-doo

And the pale moon shining on the fields below

Folks are singing songs soft and low

You needn’t tell me, boy, 'cause I know

Sleepy time down south

Soft wind blowing through the pinewood trees

And the folks down there live a life of ease

When old mammy falls upon her knees

It’s sleepy time down south

Steamboats on the river

Coming and going

Splashing the night time

Eh ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Banjos ringing, everybody singing

They dance till the break of day

Dear old southland and his dreamy songs

And it takes me back there where I belong

Oh, how I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms

When it’s sleepy time down south

That’s that boy!

Let go!

Let go!

Steamboats on the river

And they’re coming and going

And they’re splashing the night time

Eh ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

And they’ve banjos ringing, everybody singing

They dance till the break of day

Dear old southland and his dreamy songs

And it takes me back there where I belong

Oh, how I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms

When it’s sleepy time down south