Alabama Jubilee

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 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'.