| By Words: Jack Yellen Music: George CobbGenerated by NoteWorthy Composer@KMIDI KARAOKE FILE@LENGL@TAlabama Jubilee@T1915 Music by George Cobb - Words by Jack Yellen@Tseq by Don Ferguson - kar by Mike M
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, ragtime treat.
Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet.
It's a reminder, a memory finder
of nights down in old Alabam'.
You ought to see Deacon Jones when he rattles the bones,
Old Parson Brown foolin' 'round like a clown.
Aunt Jemima who is past eighty-three,
Shoutin' "I'm full o' pep!"
One legged Joe danced around 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.
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'.
You ought to see Deacon Jones when he rattles the bones,
Old Parson Brown foolin' 'round like a clown.
Aunt Jemima who is past eighty-three,
Shoutin' "I'm full o' pep!"
One legged Joe danced around 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. |
