| Lyrics | - When Uncle Joe Steps Into France Verse: Here they come, here they come, don’t they look grand, Hear that drum, hear that drum, that’s the regiment band, Oh! Can’t they play, can’t they play, that sure is sweet, Can’t keep still, ‘gainst your will you have to move your feet, They’re leaving Dixieland today, they’re goin’ to take part in the fray
- Refrain: When Uncle Joe steps into France with his ragtime band from Dixieland, See the soldiers swaying, when Uncle Joe starts playing, A raggy ditty, so sweet and pretty, When they play the Memphis blues, they will use a lot of shoes, And fill them full of Darky gin, they’ll rag their way right to Berlin, When Uncle Joe steps into France, with his ragtime regiment band. When Uncle Joe steps into France with his ragtime band from Dixieland, See the soldiers swaying, when Uncle Joe starts playing, A raggy ditty, so sweet and pretty, When they play the Memphis blues, they will use a lot of shoes, They’ll die when they see sloe foot Mose, all dre
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