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I want to tell you a story from 'way back: |
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Truck on down and gig me, jack, |
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In eighteen hundred and sixty-five, |
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A hep cat started some jive, |
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He said, "Come on, gates, and jump with me |
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At the Juneteenth Jamboree." |
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The rhythm was swinging at the picnic ground, |
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Fried chicken floating all around; |
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Everybody there was full of glee, |
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Trumpets blaring in the air, |
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Mellow barbecue everywhere, |
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Clarinets moaning in the hall; |
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All the gates was having a ball, |
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They didn't know how to cut no rug, |
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But all the cats had a gal and jug, |
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Everybody happy as they could be, |
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At the Juneteenth Jamboree! |
