—Arthur Smith
Now, if you see that girl of mine
Tell her if you please
When she bakes those biscuits
To roll up her sleeves
Chorus:
Walkin' in my sleep, baby
Walkin' in my sleep
Up and down that Dixie line
Walkin' in my sleep
Yonder comes my baby
How do you think I know
I know her by her pretty little curls
Hanging down so low
Bake them biscuits baby
Bake them good and brown
When I get my breakfast
I'm Alabama bound
Pain in my finger
Pain in my toe
Pain in my ankle bone
I ain't a-gonna work no more
Verse and Chorus:
| I | I | I | V |
| V | V | V | I |