| Cue Sheet | - OPENER
Sides face, grand square
You ought to see Deacon Jones when he rattles his bones
Ol' Colonel Brown foolin' round like a clown
And there's Miss Virginia who's past 83
Shoutin' out full of pep,
Four ladies promenade the set
One-legged Joe dancin' round on his toe
You swing and promenade and holler "let her go"
Singing hail, hail, the gang's all here
For the Alabama Jubilee
- FIGURE
Heads square thru in the middle of the ring
You get four hands you go
When you meet the outside two, go right & left thru
And turn you know
You pass thru, trade by, touch 1/4 now
Scoot back, come on boys, boys run right around the girls
You star thru and pass thru and trade by and swing
You swing and promenade go walking, talking round the ring
We're singing hail, hail, the gang's all here
For the Alabama Jubilee
- MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER
Walk around your corner lady, see saw your girl
Men star right in the middle, one time around the world
Star promenade your lady, walk her right along
Girls roll back, left allemande, weave the ring
Now ain't it grand
One-legged Joe dancin' round on his toe
You swing and promenade and holler "let her go"
Singing hail, hail, the gang's all here
For the Alabama Jubilee
- TAG
For the Alabama Jubilee
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| 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, 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'
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' 'round like a clown
Aunt Jemima, who is past eighty-three
Shouting "I'm full of pep!
Watch yo' step, watch yo' step!"
One-legged Joe danced around on his toe
Threw away his crutch and hollered
"Let her go!"
Oh, honey hail, hail, the gang's all here
For an Alabama Jubilee
Composed by George Cobb.
Lyrics by Jack Yellen. |
