Dancing the jelly roll : song / words by Nat Vincent music by Herman Paley

VERSE 01: 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,/Moonlight bright what a sight./they do some raging and they do it right./Dance with their heart and their soul,/Prance to that old Jelly Roll, soVERSE 02: Whenever music’s playing,/I just can’t keep from swaying/To that ever lovin’ 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, soCHORUS: Just start a skipping 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