Lyrics: First verse Way down in old Savannah, A yaller gal named Hannah And her little dusky beau, They have a dance sensation It is their own creation; Music from an old banjo, Out on the gretna green each starry night, Moon-light bright what a sight. They do some ragging and they do it right. Dance with their heart and their soul, Prance to that old Jelly Roll, so Chorus Just start a skipping then do some tripping Dip from left to right, Then do some tripping Dip from left to right, Then do some sliding and do some gliding Be sure of your partner, grab him, hug him to you tight. And when you're steppin', Just put some ""pep"" in, Do that Sugar Bowl Grandma, Granddad, Mother, too, Auntie, Uncle, Brother Lou, Never seem to care or know just when they're through Dancing the Jelly Roll. Second verse Whenever music's playing, I just can't keep from swaying To that ever loving' strain, That Jelly Roll's entrancing It has my brain a dancing; Mister, play it once again, Just listen to that syncopated part, My poor heart gives a start. It feels like it was hit by Cupid’s dart. Melody captures my soul, I love that old Jelly Roll, so
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