| 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! |