Alabama Jubilee lyrics

Mandolins, violins,
Hear the darkies tunin` up, the fun begins,
Come this way, don`t delay,
Better hurry, honey dear, or you`ll be missin`
Music sweet, rag-time treat,
Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet,
It`s a reminder, a memory finder
Of nights down in old Alabam`.
Hear that flute, it`s a beaut,
And the tunes it`s tootin`, tootsie, ain`t they cute?
Let`s begin, it`s a sin,
To be missin` all this syncopated music!
Oh, you Jane, once again
Give your legs some exercise to that refrain,
Boy, that`s what makes me so dreamy and takes me
Back home to my old Alabam`.



Chorus:
You ought to see deacon Jones
When he rattles the bones,
Old parson Brown foolin` `roun like a clown,
Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three,
Shoutin` `I`m full o` pep!
Watch yo` step!, watch yo` step!
One legged Joe danced aroun` on his toe,
Threw away his crutch and hollered, `let `er go!`
Oh, honey, hail! hail! the gang`s all here
For an Alabama jubilee
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