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LAZY MISSISSIPPI MOON Lazy Mississippi Moon, harvest time the time to spoon While you're strolling with your love beneath An Indian Summer Moon.
Fireflies swing their lanters bright, as they flitter Through the night
But there isn't any light, in lover's land and you're the blame.
Lazy Mississippi Moon, there will be a wedding soon In the rustic little chapel down the lane Won't you show your silver light For my love and me that night
We're depending on you Lazy Mississippi Moon.