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

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