| Pale moon shining on the fields below
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| Folks are crooning songs soft and low
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| Needn’t tell me so because I know
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| It’s sleepy time down south
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| Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
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| Folks down there like 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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| Steamboats on the river a coming or a going
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| Splashing the night away
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| Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing
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| They dance til the break of day, hey
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| Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
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| Takes me back there where I belong
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| How I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms
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| When it’s sleepy time way down south
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| Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
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| Take me back there where I belong
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| How I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms
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| When it’s sleepy time down south
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| Sleepy time down south |