Note: Jones: 'Now we take this for a play song, but in the old days the grown-ups really danced it. People played it on the guitars, too. When I was little we would watch Mama and her friends dancing this and then we would play it after they had gone. We were allowed to sing these songs, but we were not supposed to be dancing the Rawhide and Twisting and those things, but we would have lots of fun with them.' "I'm going to Chatanooga, Georgia can't hold me no more."