Lyrics Basin Street Blues/When It's Sleepy Time Down South - Louis Prima

Basin Street Blues/When It's Sleepy Time Down South

In Basin street is the street
Where all the boys and the boot folks meet,
Down the New Orleans, and the land of dreams
And you’ll never know how nice it seems,
Not just how much it really means
Laloli
Go give to me, yes sirree
Give to me, yes sirree
Can’t you see baby
I can’t lose, lose good all basin street blues
Never know how nice it seems
Just how much it really means
Ehh I see the moon and the moon is pale
And I look like it takes some cat to jail
Now it’s a moon is pale the sun and the the sun is gone
And the steam wants to come in and it splashes on the good
Uhh uhh
Ehh babasdodo
And the pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are singing songs soft and low, you
Needn’t tell me bob cause I know
It’s sleepy time down south
Soft wind blowing through the pinewood trees
And the folks down there live a life of ease
When old mammy falls upon her knees
It’s sleepy time down south
Steamboats on the river coming or going
Splashing the night die
Hear babaahb… banjos ringing, everybody singing
They dance til the break of day, hey
Dear old southland and his dreamy songs
And it Takes me back there where I belong
How I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms
When it’s sleepy time down south
Steamboats on the river coming or going
Splashing the night die
Hear babaahb… banjos ringing, everybody singing
They dance til the break of day, hey
Dear old southland and his dreamy songs
And it Takes me back there where I belong
How I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms
When it’s sleepy time down south