I want to tell you a story from 'way back:
Truck on down and gig me, jack
In eighteen hundred and sixty-five
A hep cat started some jive
He said, "Come on, gates, and jump with me
At the Juneteenth Jamboree."

The rhythm was swinging at the picnic ground
Fried chicken floating all around;
Everybody there was full of glee
Trumpets blaring in the air
Mellow barbecue everywhere
Clarinets moaning in the hall;
All the gates was having a ball
They didn't know how to cut no rug
But all the cats had a gal and jug
Everybody happy as they could be
At the Juneteenth Jamboree!