Lyrics Alabama Jubilee - Jerry Reed

Well, you ought to see Deacon Jones
As he rattles his bones
Old Partson Brown jumping around like some kinda clown

Ol' Angel mama she done past 103
Shoutin' out "I'm full o'pep"
Grab a wheel and help yourself

Well, one legged Joe jumpin' around on his sore toe
Threw away his crutch and hollered, "Toe ain't sore no more"
Ah well, it's hail, hail, the gang's all here
For the Alabama Jubilee
Watch it, son

Well, you ought to see Deacon Jones
As he rattles all his bones
Old Partson Brown jumpin' around like a clown

Ol' Angel mama, she done past 83
Shoutin' out "I'm full o'pep"
Grab a wheel and help yourself

One legged Joe jumpin' around on his toe
Throw away his crutch, hollered, "Where did it go?"
Well, it's hail, hail, the gang is all here
For the Alabama Jubilee, son

Take it home, son