It's About Time

Full moon rising cross the blue ridge mountains

It's just now starting to shine

It's about time. Yes, it's about time

Time to call up my baby and tell her that she's mine all mine

Big old stars just hanging in the night sky

Twinkling through the Georgia pines

It's about time. Yes, it's about time

Time to call up my baby and tell here that she's mine all mine

Every evening when the sun goes down

That old bluesy feeling comes around

I call my baby on the telephone

I can't wait until I get back home

Lonesome old train whistle blowing over yonder

Headed for the end of the line

It's about time yes it's just about time

Time to call up my baby and tell here that she's mine all mine

Every evening when the sun goes down

That old bluesy feeling comes around

I call my baby on the telephone

I can't wait until I get back home