Prairie Lullaby

Shadows slowly creeping Down the prairie trail Everything is sleeping Ah, but the nightingale Moon will soon be climbing In the purple sky Night winds all a-humming This tender lullaby Cares of the day have fled My little sleepyhead The stars are in

Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see It did rain all night the day I left The weather was bone dry The sun was so hot I froze myself Suzanne, don't you go on and cry I said, oh, Su