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Tell her that I'm blue and lonely
Dreamy Carolina moon
Carolina moon keeps shining
Shining on the one who waits for me
Carolina moon I'm pining
Pining for the place I long to be
How I'm hoping tonight you go, go to the right window
Scatter your light say I'm all right please please do
Tell her that I'm blue and lonely
Dreamy dreamy Carolina moon
How I'm hoping tonight you go, go to the right window
Scatter your light say I'm all right please please do
Tell her that I'm blue and oh so lonely
Dreamy Carolina moon
Dreamy Carolina moon
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Way down on the levee in old Alabamy
There's daddy and mammy, there's Efran and Sammy
On a moonlight night you can find them all
While they are waiting the banjos are syncopating
What's that they're saying, what's that they're saying
Well while they keep playing I'm humming and swaying
It's the good ship Robert E. Lee that's come to carry the cotton away
Watch them shuffle along
See them shuffle along
Oh take your best gal real pal go down to the levee
I said the levee
Join the shuffling throng
Hear the music and song
It's simply great mate waiting on the levee
Waiting for the Robert E. Lee
Whistles are blowing smokestacks are showing
The ropes they are throwing, excuse me I'm going
To the place where all is harmonious
Even the preacher they say is the dancing teacher
Have you been down there say were you around there
If you ever go there you'll always be found there
Why doggone here comes my baby on the good ship Robert E. Lee
Watch them shuffle along
See them shuffle along
Oh take your best gal your real pal go down to the levee
I said the levee
Join the shuffling throng
Hear the music and song
It's simply great mate waiting on the levee
Waiting for the Robert E. Lee
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Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low
Needn't tell me so because I know
It's sleepy time down south
Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
Folks down there like a life of ease
When old mammy falls upon her knees
It's sleepy time down south
Steamboats on the river a coming or a going
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing
They dance til the break of day, hey
Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time way down south
Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Take me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time down south
Sleepy time down south
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When the sun goes down the tide goes out
The people gather round and they all begin to shout
Hey hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
What a dance do they do
Lordy how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
Lordy how they play it
Goodness how they sway it
Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim
How they pound the mire with vigor and vim
Joy the music thrills me
Boy it nearly kills me
What a show when they go
Say they beat up either fast or slow
When the sun goes down the tide goes out
The people gather round and they all begin to shout
Say hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
What a dance do they do
Lordy how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
When the sun goes down the tide goes out
The people gather round and they all begin to shout
Hey hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
What a dance do they do
Lordy how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet
When the people beat their feet
When the people beat their feet
On the Mississippi mud
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I'm Alabamy bound
They'll be no heebie-jeebies hanging 'round
Just gave the meanest ticket man on earth
All I'm worth to put my tootsies in an upper berth
Just hear the choo-choo sound
I know that soon we're gonna cover ground
And then I'll holler so the world will know
Here I go
I'm Alabamy bound
I'm Alabamy bound
They'll be no heebie-jeebies hanging 'round
Just gave the meanest ticket man on earth
All I'm worth to put my tootsies in an upper berth
Just hear the choo-choo sound
I know that soon we're gonna cover the ground
And then I'll holler so the world will know
Here I go
I'm Alabamy
I'm Alabamy bound
I'm gone
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Dinah, is there anyone finer
In the state of Carolina
If there is and you know her
Show her to me
Dinah, with her Dixie eyes blazing
How I'd like to sit and gaze into the eyes of Dinah Lee
Every night why do I shake with fright
Because my Dinah might change her mind about me
Got to tell you about Dinah
If she went to China
I'd would hop an ocean liner
Just to be with Dinah Lee
Dinah, is there anyone finer
In the state of Carolina
If there is and you know her
Show her to me
Dinah, with her Dixie eyes blazing
How I'd like to sit and gaze into the eyes of Dinah Lee
Every night why do I shake with fright
Because my Dinah might change her mind about me
Here's the story about Dinah
If she went to China
I'd would hop an ocean liner
Just to be with Dinah Lee
Pretty Dinah Lee
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Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning
No one could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her in the morning
Where the morning glories twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie where the dew is pearly early in the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each buttercup at dawning
If I had Aladdin's lamp for only a day
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning
Where the morning glories twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie where the dew is pearly early in the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each buttercup at dawning
If I had Aladdin's lamp for only a day
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the AM
Carolina in the morning
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Way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of the dreamy dreams
There's a garden of Eden that's what I mean
Creole babies with flashing eyes
Softly whispering with the tender sighs
Stop, won't you give your lady fair
A little smile
Yeah, stop, you bet your life you'll linger there
A little while
Well there is heaven right here on earth with those beautiful queens
Way down yonder in New Orleans
Way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of the dreamy dreams
There's a garden of Eden that's what I mean
Creole babies with flashing eyes
Softly whispering with the tender sighs
Stop, won't you give your lady fair
A little smile
Yeah, stop, you bet your life you'll linger there
A little while
Well there is heaven right here on earth with those beautiful queens
Way down yonder in New Orleans
Orleans
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Georgia Georgia
The whole world through
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia on my mind
Georgia, ah Georgia
A song of you
Comes a sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile oh so tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see the road leads back to you
Georgia, ah Georgia
No peace I find
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia, ah Georgia
No peace I find
Just a old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia on my mind
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Just a little bit south of North Carolina
That's where I long to be
In a little brown shack in South Carolina
Someone waits for me
In each letter she says that the weather is fine and the folks are feeling great
That the garden looks grand and the red rose vine is clinging to the gate
Just a little bit south of North Carolina
That's where my thoughts all stray
To the one I love best in South Carolina
I'm going back some day
I can hardly wait to see the face of the one I like
Just a little bit south of North Carolina
I'll find paradise
Just a little bit south of North Carolina
That's where my thoughts all stray
To the one I love best in South Carolina
I'm going back some day
I can hardly wait to see the face of the one I like
Just a little bit south of North Carolina
I'll find paradise
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Won't you come along with me
To the Mississippi
We'll take the boat to the land of dreams
Steam down the river down to New Orleans
The band's there to meet us
And old friends to greet us
Where all the people always meet
Heaven on earth they call it Basin Street
Basin Street is the street
Where the elite always meet
In New Orleans the land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means
Glad to be oh yessiree
Where welcome's free are dear to me
Where I can lose
My Basin Street blues
Glad to be oh yessiree
Where welcome's free are dear to me
Where I can lose
My Basin Street blues
Ain't you glad you came with me
Way down to the Mississippi
We took the boat to the land of dreams
Steam down the river to New Orleans
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Is it true what they say about Dixie
Does the sun really shine all the time
Do the sweet magnolias blossom at everybody's door
Do the folks keep eating possum til they can't eat no more
Is it true what they say about Swanny
Is a dream by the stream so sublime
Do they laugh do they love like they say in every song
If it's true that's where I belong
Is it true what they say about Dixie
Does the sun really shine all the time
Well do the sweet magnolias blossom at everybody's door
Do the folks keep eating that possum til they can't eat no more
Is it true what they say about Swanny
Is a dream by the stream so sublime
Do they laugh love like they say in every song
If it's true that's where I belong
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