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