Alley Cat

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He goes on the prowl each night
Like an alley cat
Looking for some new delight
Like an alley cat

She can't trust him out of sight
There's no doubt of that
He just don't know wrong from right
Like an alley cat

He meets them
And loves them
And leaves them
Like that "Catsanova" does

That's no way to treat a pal
She should tell him "Scat!"
Aren't you sorry for that gal
And her alley cat?

He meets them
And loves them
And leaves them
Like that "Catsanova" does

He don't know what faithful means
There's no doubt of that
He's too busy makin' scenes
Like an alley cat

And that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome quail

And her alley cat.........

Amos Moses

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Spoken: Here come Amos

Now Amos Moses was a Cajun,
He lived by himself in the swamp.
He hunted alligator for a living,
He just knock them in the
head with a stump!

Louisiana law's gonna getcha Amos!
It ain't legal huntin alligator
Down in the swamp now!

Well everyone blamed his old man,
For making him mean as a snake.
When Amos Moses was a boy,
His Daddy would use him for alligator bait.

Tie a rope around his neck and
chuck him in the swamp.
Alligator bait in a Louisiana bayou!
About 45 minutes southeast
of Tibido Louisiana.
Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty wife Hannah.
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries!
They named him after a man of cloth,
Called him Amos Moses.

Now the folks around South Louisiana,
Thought Amos was a hell of a man.
He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator,
And just use one hand.
That's all he got left
Cause an alligator bit it!
Left arm gone, up to the elbow!
Well the sheriff got wind that Amos,
Was in the swamp trappin' alligator skin.
So he snuck in the swamp
Gonna get the boy
But he never come out again.

Well, I wonder where the
Louisiana sheriff went to?
You can sure get lost in the
Louisiana bayou!
About 45 minutes southeast
of Tibido Louisiana.
Lived a cat named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty wife Hannah.
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries!
They named him after a man of cloth
Called him Amos Moses.

Sit down on ‘em Amos!

About 45 minutes southeast
of Tibado Louisiana.
Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty wife Hannah.
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries!
They named him after a man of cloth
Called him Amos Moses.

His name is Amos Moses
Amos Amos Amos Moses

Black Velvet

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Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more,
he'd leave you longing for

Chorus:
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please

Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave
White lightening, bound to drive you wild
Mama's baby's in the heart of
every schoolgirl.
"Love me tender" leaves 'em
cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin,
so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please

Every word of every song that
he sang was for you
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon,
what could you do?

Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please

Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please

If you please, if you please, if you please

Boogie Fever Mixer

Cotton-Eyed Joe

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If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from? Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?

He came to town like a midwinter storm.
He rode through the fields so handsome and strong.
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun.
But all he had come for was having some fun.

He brought disaster wherever he went.
The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent.
They all ran away so nobody would know
And left only men, ‘cause of cotton-eye Joe.

Domino Polka

Dreamwalk (Round dance)

Garden Song

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Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
Till the rain comes tumblin down

Pullin weeds and pickin stones
Man is made of dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
Cause the time is close at hand

Rainful rain, sun and rain
Find my way in natures chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music from the land

Plant your rows straight and long
Temper them with prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her love and care

Old crow watchin hungrily
From his perch in yonder tree
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there

Going Down to Cairo

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I'm goin' down to Cairo,
Goodbye, magpie;
Goin' down to Cairo,
To see my Liza Jane.

“Black them boots and make 'em shine
Goodbye, goodbye
Black them boots and make 'em shine
Goodbye, Liza Jane”

“Charlottestown is burning down
Goodbye, goodbye
Burning down to the ground
Goodbye Liza Jane.”

Grand Square

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Gypsy Wine

Hills of Habersham

Jailhouse Rock

Japanese Softshoe

Jessie Polka

Jingle Bells, O

Louisiana Saturday Night

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Well, you get down the fiddle
and you get down the bow,
Kick off your shoes and you throw ‘em on the floor.
Dance in the kitchen 'til the morning light:
Louisiana Saturday night.

Waiting in the front yard, sitting on a log;
Single shot rifle and a one-eyed dog.
Yonder come my kin folk in the moonlight:
Louisiana Saturday night.

Well, you get down the fiddle
and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and you throw ‘em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen 'til the morning light
Louisiana Saturday night

My brother Bill an' my other brother Jack,
Belly full o'beer and a possum in a sack.
Fifteen kids in the front porch light:
Louisiana Saturday night!

When the kinfolk leave an' the kids get fed,
Me an' my woman gonna slip off to bed.
Have a little fun when we turn out the lights!
Louisiana Saturday night!

Well, you get down the fiddle
and you get down the bow,
Kick off your shoes and you throw ‘em on the floor.
Dance in the kitchen 'til the morning light:
Louisiana Saturday night.

Yeah, you get down the fiddle
and you get down the bow,
Kick off your shoes and you throw ‘em on the floor.
Dance in the kitchen 'til the morning light:
Louisiana Saturday night.

Get down the fiddle
and you get down the bow,
Kick off your shoes and you throw ‘em on the floor.
Dance in the kitchen 'til the morning light:
Louisiana Saturday night.

Making It

On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine

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In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pine
In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine
Where you carved your name and I carved mine.

Oh, you - like the mountains are blue
Like the pine - I am lonesome for you
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pine.

On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome Pine
Just below is the little cabin
home of a little girl of mine
Her name is June and very,
very soon she'll belong to me
For I know she's waiting there for me
'neath that lone Pine tree.

Pata Pata (South African)

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Petronella

Salty Dog Rag (Round dance)

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Away down yonder in the state of Arkansas
where my great-grandpa met my great-grandma,
they drink apple cider and they get on a jag
and they dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag.
They play an old fiddle like you never heard before.
They play the only tune that they ever did know.
It's a ragtime ditty and the rhythm don't drag,
now here's the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag:

Chorus:
One foot front, drag it back,
then you start to ball the jack.
You shake and you break and then you sag,
if your partner zigs you're supposed to zag.
Your heart is light, you tap your feet
in rhythm with that ragtime beat.
(Just) pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
and dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag.

Away down South 'neath the old Southern moon
the possum's up a tree and the hounds treed a coon.
They'll hitch up the buggy to a broken down nag
and go out dancing to the Salty Dog Rag.
They tune up the fiddle and they rosin up the bow.
They strike a C chord on the old banjo
and holler hang on 'cause we ain't gonna drag
'cause here's the way you dance
to the Salty Dog Rag.

Scandinavian Polka

banjo

Shadrack's Delight

Sierra Rose

Simple Gifts

Steppin' Easy

Tango Mixer

Tango Poquito

Tango Waltz

Tennessee Wig Walk

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I’m a bow-legged chicken, I’m a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I don’t know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk.

Hear a tune on the fiddle and my heart’s all a flow
Though I’m broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk.

Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck.

Come and dance with me honey,
tap your toes and glide
And we’ll always be together side by side,
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk

Twelfth Street Rag

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In a certain city, where the girls are cute and pretty,
They have a raggy, jazzy jazz-time tune.
When you hear that syncopated jazz created melody
You could dance all morning night and noon.
When the slide trombone and moaning saxophone begin to play,
It will make you sad, 'twill make you glad.
Oh boy, what joy,
Burn my clothes for I'm in Heaven, wish I had a million women.

Solomon in all his glory,
could have told another story,
Were he but living here today,
With his thousand wives or more,
a jazz band on some Egypt shore,
He could dance the night and day away.
I will tell you how they dance
That tantalizing 12th Street Rag.

First you slide, and then you glide,
then shimmie for a while;
To the left, then to the right, "Lame Duck,"
"Get over Sal"
Watch your step then Pirouette, Fox Trot,
then squeeze your pal
O-ver you comes stealing such a funny feeling, 'till you feel your senses reeling.
Tantalizing, hypnotizing, mesmerizing strain,
I can't get enough of it, please play it o'er again;
I could dance forever to this refrain,
To that 12th Street, oh you 12th Street Rag.

Jazz-time music is the rage, this is a syncopated age,
ev'ry body loves a jazz-time tune.
For the music captivating,
sets your heart a palpitating
You just can't make your feet behave.
Ancient youths of sixty-four,
do steps they never did before,
Father time is mad, no one grows old.
Oh boy, what joy,
Put your loving arms around me,
say babe, ain't you glad you found me.

Cleopatra on the Nile,
could vamp right in the latest style,
If she'd only known this ragtime tune;
Old King Cole a merry soul,
called for his pipe and then his bowl,
And the first jazz band his fiddlers three.
Play, oh play me while I dance
That tantalizing 12th Street Rag.

First you slide, and then you glide,
then shimmie for a while;
To the left, then to the right, "Lame Duck,"
"Get over Sal"
Watch your step then Pirouette, Fox Trot,
then squeeze your pal
Over you comes stealing such a funny feeling,
'till you feel your senses reeling.
Tantalizing, hypnotizing, mesmerizing strain,
I can't get enough of it, please play it o'er again;
I could dance for ever to this refrain,
To that 12th Street, oh you 12th Street Rag.

Windmill Lancers

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