When It's Sleepy Time Down South 1931

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 29 August 2011
2011

Homesick, tired,
all alone in a big city,
Why should ev'rybody pity me?
Night time's falling
and I'm yearning for Virginia,
Hopitality within ya calls me.

Pale moon shining on the fields below,
Darkies crooning songs soft and low,
Needn't tell me so,
because I know,
it's sleepy time down south.
Soft winds blowin'
thro' the pinewood trees,
folks down there live a life of ease,
when ol' mammy falls upon her knees,
it's sleepy time down south.
Steam boats on the river
a comin', a goin'
splashing the night away.
Hear those banjos ringin'
the darkies a 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 in mammy's arms
when it's sleepy time down south.

Pale moon shining on the fields below,
Darkies crooning songs soft and low,
Needn't tell me so,
because I know,
it's sleepy time down south.
Soft winds blowin'
thro' the pinewood trees,
folks down there live a life of ease,
when ol' mammy falls upon her knees,
it's sleepy time down south.
Steam boats on the river
a comin', a goin'
splashing the night away.
Hear those banjos ringin'
the darkies a 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 in mammy's arms
when it's sleepy time down south.

Lordy! Lordy!
How my mammy's voice keeps calling
when the dusky night is falling down.
Southland! Southland!
How you're pulling at my heart strings,
Let me tell you
what your name brings to me.

Pale moon shining on the fields below,
Darkies crooning songs soft and low,
Needn't tell me so,
because I know,
it's sleepy time down south.
Soft winds blowin'
thro' the pinewood trees,
folks down there live a life of ease,
when ol' mammy falls upon her knees,
it's sleepy time down south.
Steam boats on the river
a comin', a goin'
splashing the night away.
Hear those banjos ringin'
the darkies a 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 in mammy's arms
when it's sleepy time down south.

Pale moon shining on the fields below,
Darkies crooning songs soft and low,
Needn't tell me so,
because I know,
it's sleepy time down south.
Soft winds blowin'
thro' the pinewood trees,
folks down there live a life of ease,
when ol' mammy falls upon her knees,
it's sleepy time down south.
Steam boats on the river
a comin', a goin'
splashing the night away.
Hear those banjos ringin'
the darkies a 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 in mammy's arms
when it's sleepy time down south.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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When It's Sleepy Time Down South 1931
by Leon & Otis René & Clarence Muse
© MCMXXXI by Freed & Powers Ltd. Hollywood California
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 29 August 2011 at 12.34
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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