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Well a-way down yonder on the Candy Creek. I whittled out a fiddle from my wagon seat. I fiddled my fiddle and I rubbed my bow. Play a little tune wherever I go. . Chorus. . Sleepy-eyed John
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I'm a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy. Work only maybe, life is a joy We'll have a sleepy time, time. We'll have a sleepy time, time. We'll have a sleepy time, time. We'll have a sleepy time
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Fresh Cream, Live Cream. I'm a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy. Work only maybe, life is a joy. We'll have a sleepy time time. We'll have a sleepy time time. We'll have a sleepy time time
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Fresh Cream, Live Cream. I'm a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy. Work only maybe, life is a joy. We'll have a sleepy time time. We'll have a sleepy time time. We'll have a sleepy time time
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Do what John?Do what John?Come again do what?Do what John?Do what John?Do what?Do what?Do what?Do where John?Do where John?With what, with whom and when?Triffic, really triffic!Pardon?Come again?
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Walkin' thru the sleepy city. In the dark it looks so pretty. Till I got to the one cafe. That stays open night and day Just a lookin' at the sleepy city. In the night it looks so pretty. No one
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Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba, fooba wooba. Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba John Saw a flea kick a tree. In the middle of the sea. Well, John, ho, John. Fooba wooba John Saw a rat
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in his dreams. Of the future that he sees flying cars. And the world at his feet. Chorus. Sleepy little boy, filled with innocent joy. As he drifts off to sweet lullabies. Sleepy little boy, filled
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She said, "Dear John, I'm moving on. By this time I'm gonna be long gone. Dear John, c'est la vie, dear John. So long, you've seen the last of me" I don't want her back, I won't even try. This time
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(Words by Jack Lawrence and music by Eric Coates). . A sleepy lagoon. A tropical moon and two on an island. A sleepy lagoon. And two hearts in tune. In some lullaby land. The fireflies gleam
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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
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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
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some understanding. 'Cause I think I'm going to lose. Yes I think I'm going to lose. . Take me home, little sleepy,. You don't have to take that train. That leads you where you just don't want to
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