Leon RenГѓВ© / Otis RenГѓВ© / Clarence Muse Homesick, tired, all alone in a big city Why should eveybody pity me? Nighttime falling, and I'm yearning for Virginia Hospitality within ya calls me Pale moon shining on the fields below Folks are crooning songs soft and low Need not tell me so, Because I know it's sleepy time down south Softs winds blowing thru the pinewood trees Folks down there live a life of ease When the twilight brings the evening breeze It's sleepy time down south Steamboats on the river, a coming, a going Splashing the night away Hear those banjos ringing, The folks are all singing They dance till break of day Dear old Southland with its dreamy songs Takes back there where I belong I'll find heaven in my mothers arms When it's sleepy time down south