Lyrics When It's Sleepy Time Down South - Mildred Bailey, Paul Whiteman & His Orchestra

When It's Sleepy Time Down South

Homesick tired All alone in a big city
Why should ev’rybody pity me
Nighttime’s falling, folks are a singin'
They dance till break of day
Dear Old Southland with it’s 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