F are thee well l and of cotton
Cotton lisle is out of styl e honey chile Jump f or joy.
D on't you grieve little Eve
All the hounds I do believe
Have been killed ain't you thrilled Jump f or joy.
H ave you seen pastures gro ovy?
O h Green Pastures w as just a technic olor movie
W hen you stomp u p to heaven a nd you meet old Sa int Pete.
Tell that boy
" Jump for joy!"