Sleepy Time - Louis Armstrong

Now the pale moon shining on the fields below

That 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 blowin' through the pine wood trees

That 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 on the river a coming or a going

Splashing the night away, oh yes

You hear those banjos ringin', and the folks are singin'

And they dance till the break of day, yes

Dear old southland with his dreamy song

Yeah, take me back where I belong

Right in my mammy’s arms