When It’s Sleepy Time Down South #17 Lyrics

Louis Armstrong

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

Good evening everybody

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