| I’ll begin the story
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| Out in West Virginia
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| Is a little college
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| (Rah, Rah, Rah)
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| All the student body
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| Only cared for football
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| Never mind the knowledge
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| (Rah, Rah, Rah)
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| Never mind the sheepskin
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| They preferred the pigskin
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| Seemed to have it in their bones
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| Yeah, they knew all about it
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| Couldn’t do without it
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| All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
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| And he played the clarinet with all his might
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| He studied night and day, he practiced day and night
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| No runnin' up the field for Mr. Jones
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| He’d rather run up the scale and down the scale
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| What tones
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| Even though his buddies
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| Always cut their studies
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| To attend the rallies
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| (Rah, Rah, Rah)
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| While they all were rootin'
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| You could hear him tootin'
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| «What's become of Sally»
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| (Rah, Rah, Rah)
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| How they used to hate him
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| Co-eds wouldn’t date him
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| Thought he was an awful bore
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| Oh, but he liked his rhythm
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| More than being with 'em
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| So he’d only turn in
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| For to practice some more
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| And meanwhile the team marched on to greater fame
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| Till they were asked to play that famous Rose Bowl game
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| And on that day of days the students beamed
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| What did they do when the team marched on the scene
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| I want to tell you ladies and you gentlemen, they screamed
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| Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah
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| Biff-boom-bah, bah-bah-dee-addle-oh
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| Yea-ho, watch 'em go
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| Startin' from the kick-off
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| They pulled every trick off
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| But they couldn’t win it
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| (No, no, no)
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| Instead of goin' forwards
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| They were goin' backwards
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| 'Bout a mile a minute
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Seein' their position
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| They called intermission
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| And they heard the referee say
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| Hey, seventeen to nothin'
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| Ain’t exactly nothin'
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| And you’ve only got about a minute to play
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| And then from the stand there came a distant wail
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| And it was Jamboree a-swingin' «Hold 'em Yale»
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| (Bula, bula, bula)
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| And then the students all began to yell
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| The players marched up the field
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| And down the field, pell mell
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| Now on a certain West Virginia hill
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| There stands that college still
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| Just as it always will
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| And there’s a picture in the hall of fame
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| You’ll find the boy in the frame who won the game
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| Jamboree Jones was the gentleman’s name |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jamboree Jones , by - Johnny Mercer. Song from the album The Capitol Vaults Collection, in the genre Традиционный джаз