—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 |