See the skeeters
Humming 'long the honeysuckle vine
Sweet Kentucky Babe
Sand man will be coming
To this little man of mine
Sweet Kentucky Babe

Silvery moon a shining
In the heavens up above
Probably a pining for his lady love
You are mighty lucky
Babe of old Kentucky
Close your eyes and sleep

Fly away, fly away
Kentucky babe
Fly away to rest
Fly away
Lay your tiny little head
On your mammy’s breast
Close your eyes and sleep