[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
A popular song from 1918
Words by Wm. Hallen Falls
Music by Al. W. Beatty
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Get your beau and let’s go down
To that Alabama town
Get ready for some dancin’
Syncopated prancin’
Let your feet go wild, Baby child
Look-a-here, look-a-here
Come and love me, too
Just keep a wooin’
Keep swayin’ to the left and right
O honey don’t your feet feel light
I know your knees are saggin’
But keep on a raggin’
We can’t stop to rest, Honey mine
Ain’t it fine, keep in line, I like it best
Chorus
Take me to that Alabama Ball
Come on ma honey
Can’t you hear that music’s sooth in call
I’ve got the money
Get your feet a movin’ to that music grand
Classiest of symphonies that’s in the land
Here the banjo strum, listen to that drum
Turkey trottin’ isn’t it
Glidin’, slidin’, dancin’ round the floor
It sure is rippin’
Soon you’ll ask the leaderman for more
To keep you dippin’
Want to keep a-dancin’ till the roosters crow
Want to teach the folks to do the heel and toe
Dancin’ at that Alabama ball
- See the pickaninnies run
Goin’ to be there for the fun
And soon you’ll hear them yellin’
Pass the watermelon
Each one gets a slice off the ice
Ain’t it nice, pass it twice
Just like Paradise, just keep a-passin’
We’ll never think of goin’ home
Till Jasper plays upon his comb
And there will be more hoppin’
‘Till their corns start poppin’
See them dance around side by side
See them glide, trombones slide
They’re homeward bound