Ah, the pale moon's shining the fields below
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Dark is crooning songs soft and low
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You needn't tell me, boy, because I know
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It's sleepy time down south
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And soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
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Folks down there live a life of ease
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When old mammy falls upon her knees
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It's sleepy time down south
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Oh, steamboats on the river a coming, a going
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Splashing the night away
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You hear those banjos ringing, the dark is singing
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They dance till the break of day
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Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
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Takes me back to the gallent John
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Oh, how I'd love to hold her in my arms
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When it's sleepy time way down, down south
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When It's Sleepy Time Down South
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| Louis Armstrong |
