Classic Poem

VERSE

We're so fed up with the Southland,
That way down South in the Mouthland.
For all these years
We've been bored to tears
With the blues.
Those southern songs are getting tired.
They're sweet, beat, and uninspired.
It's time they were retired.
And we got news.

REFRAIN

Fare thee well, land of cotton,
Cotton, lisle is out of style,
Honey chile,
Jump for joy.
Don't'cha grieve, little Eve,
All the hounds, I do believe,
Have been killed, ain't'cha thrilled,
Jump for joy.
Have you seen pastures groovy?
Green Pastures was just a Technicolor movie.
When you stomp up to heaven
And you meet Ol' Saint Pete,
Tell that boy, " Jump for joy. "
Step right in, give Pete some skin,
And jump for joy.