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VP_016802 Verse 1Back when a nickel would buy one drink of respectable rye, Piano players in the honky tonks would have to work on the sly One tune was known to a few some steady habituees too So the word of mouth spreed around the South very entrenous. Y' better Dig that jazz band ball 'cause it's the finest of them all Four or five musicians in a small saloon inventin' a ragtime tune They kinda make up their own brand without a note up on the stand And they call it DIXIE-hyphen-LAND Land And they call it DIXIE-hyphen-LAND Land. Verse 2Well, sir, y'know it caught on what's more it was strictly bon ton! 'Cause like a winner at the startin' gate It moved from over the tracks into the society shacks It was wonderful and deductible from income tax. Y' better Dig that jazz band ball 'cause it's the finest of them all When the trumpet player takes a monologue the people shout, "Whew GOT DOG!" And if y' ask "How come the yell?" they kinda grin and then say, "Well" When the band plays JA-Double-Z it's a BA-Double-L When the band plays JA-Double-Z it's a BA-Double-L.
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LA Rocca, D. J; Shields, Larry; and Mercer, "At The Jazz Band Ball" (1918). Vocal Popular Sheet Music Collection. Score 4736.