Whippoorwill’s singing, soft summer breeze;
Makes me think of my baby left down in new orleans,
I left down in new orleans
Magnolia you sweet thing, you’re driving me mad
Got to get back to you, baby;
You’re the best i ever had;
You’re the best i ever had;
You whisper, «good morning» so gently in my ear;
I’m coming to you baby;
I’ll soon be there
I’ll soon be there
