Lyrics
G
You ought to see Deacon Jones when he rattles his bones,
C
Old Parson Brown run around like a clown
F
Old aunt Jemima at age eighty three,
Bb
She’s still full of pep, full of pep, watch your step, watch your step
G
One day deacon Jones run around on his toes,
C C7
All the way they cracked he hollered let em go,
F Bb F Bb E F Bb
They’re crying hail, hail, the gang’s all here, for the Alabama Jubilee.
Break
G
Old Parson Brown was the talk of the town
C
Up on his toes, and a whirling around,
F
Young sister Lizzy, she’s danced till she’s dizzy,
Bb
Crying once again, once again, play the tune once again,
G
Fat brother Pat shakes it hither and back,
C C7
Slim sister Jeanne runs around in a dream,
F Bb F Bb E F Bb
They’re crying hail, hail the gang’s all here, for the Alabama Jubilee
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