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Old New Orleans is a great big old southern town, Where hospitality you will surely find. The population there Is very very fair With everything they do, White folks do it too! They have a dance, Surely it's somethin' rare there. Glide! Slide! Prance! Dance! Hop! Stop! Take it easy, honey! Hmmm! I can never get tire of dancin' those Hop Scop Blues; Once more you glide! Slide! Prance! Dance! The Hop Scop Blues will make You do a lovely shake, They'll make you feel so grand When you join hand in hand. I'll never get tire of dancin' those Hop Scop Blues! Once more you glide! Slide! Prance! I said dance! Oh hop! Now stop! Take it easy, honey! For I can never get tire of dancin' those Hop Scop Blues! Look out now! You glide! Slide! I said prance! Dance! Hop Scop Blues will make You do a lovely shake, They'll make you feel so grand When you join hand in hand. I'll never get tire of dancin' those Hop Scop Blues!
Writer(s): George W. Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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