(Jack Yellen - George L. Cobb)
Chorus:
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!
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`...