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You’ll Find Old Dixieland in France Verse: No more darkies on the Swanee Shore. No more singin’ round the cabin door. Dixie ain’t Dixie now I vow. In the village all the streets are bare, Doesn’t seem to be a soul down there, It made me blue somehow. I asked old Mammy Gray, and then I heard her say: Refrain: “You remember Dancin’ Mose? Folks called him tickle toes,” You’ll find him over there in France. Alexander’s band left old Dixieland They used to play the “lovin’ blues” for ev’ry one Now they’re playin’ blues up on a Gatling Gun. “Don’t forget old Shimme Sam, famous boy from Alabam’,” He marched away in Khaki pants. Instead of pickin’ melons off the vine, they’re pickin’ Germans off the Rhine. You’ll find old Dixieland in France. Verse: Ev’ry ev’ning when the star-shells gleam, You’re in Alabama it would seem, You’ll hear the same old coons play tunes. Billy Johnson with his pet banjo, Doesn’t mind it when the shells hit low He simply sits and croons. The strains of “Over There,”
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 23, Folder 9
Local Identifier
2014_12996_914
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
You’ll Find Old Dixieland in France Verse: No more darkies on the Swanee Shore. No more singin’ round the cabin door. Dixie ain’t Dixie now I vow. In the village all the streets are bare, Doesn’t seem to be a soul down there, It made me blue somehow. I asked old Mammy Gray, and then I heard her say: Refrain: “You remember Dancin’ Mose? Folks called him tickle toes,” You’ll find him over there in France. Alexander’s band left old Dixieland They used to play the “lovin’ blues” for ev’ry one Now they’re playin’ blues up on a Gatling Gun. “Don’t forget old Shimme Sam, famous boy from Alabam’,” He marched away in Khaki pants. Instead of pickin’ melons off the vine, they’re pickin’ Germans off the Rhine. You’ll find old Dixieland in France. Verse: Ev’ry ev’ning when the star-shells gleam, You’re in Alabama it would seem, You’ll hear the same old coons play tunes. Billy Johnson with his pet banjo, Doesn’t mind it when the shells hit low He simply sits and croons. The strains of “Over There,”
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 23, Folder 9
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_914
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
You’ll Find Old Dixieland in France Verse: No more darkies on the Swanee Shore. No more singin’ round the cabin door. Dixie ain’t Dixie now I vow. In the village all the streets are bare, Doesn’t seem to be a soul down there, It made me blue somehow. I asked old Mammy Gray, and then I heard her say: Refrain: “You remember Dancin’ Mose? Folks called him tickle toes,” You’ll find him over there in France. Alexander’s band left old Dixieland They used to play the “lovin’ blues” for ev’ry one Now they’re playin’ blues up on a Gatling Gun. “Don’t forget old Shimme Sam, famous boy from Alabam’,” He marched away in Khaki pants. Instead of pickin’ melons off the vine, they’re pickin’ Germans off the Rhine. You’ll find old Dixieland in France. Verse: Ev’ry ev’ning when the star-shells gleam, You’re in Alabama it would seem, You’ll hear the same old coons play tunes. Billy Johnson with his pet banjo, Doesn’t mind it when the shells hit low He simply sits and croons. The strains of “Over There,”
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 23, Folder 9
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_914
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986