Chet Atkins - Alabama Jubilee lyrics

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'