Alabama Jubilee Lyrics

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