At The Ball, That’s All

Commence advancin’
Commence advancin’
Just start a prancin’
Right and left a- glancin’
Slide and glide entrancin’
You do the tango jiggle
With a Texas Tommy wiggle
Take your partner
And you hold her
Lightly enfold her
A little bolder
Just work your shoulder
Snap your fingers one and all
In the hall, at the ball
That’s all – some ball,
All some ball

The Trail of the Lonesome Pine

On a mountain in Virginia, stands a lonesome pine.
Just below is the 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.
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,
On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine.

In the pale moonshine, our hearts entwine,
Where she carved her name and I carved mine,
Oh June, like the mountains I’m blue.

Like the pine, I am lonesome for you.
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,
On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine.

I Want to be in Dixie

I want to be, I want to be,
I want to be down home in Dixie,
Where the hens are doggone glad to lay,
Scrambled eggs in the new mown hay,
You ought to see, you ought to see,
You ought to see my home in Dixie.
You can tell the world I’m going to D-I-X-I don’t know how to spell it,
But I’m goin’, you be I’m goin’, To my home in Dixie land.

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