Lily pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junk
|
Said "I'm gonna keep this good luck
|
Piece of iron inside my truck"
|
The boy just whispered "OK"
|
And grabbed his old black dog
|
As we piled on in and cut out through
|
That late November fog
|
|
Dull as a ploughshare rusting in the yard
|
Old Cotton grinned and waved goodbye
|
While the auctioneers all played cards
|
On every other Sunday
|
I'd walk down to Moe's and back
|
Eat a t-bone steak, watch a picture show,
|
For a dollar and a half
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
Come on little sister get up offa my knee
|
Gonna settle down someday
|
In a town called Jubilee
|
Come on brother Jake
|
Break on out and a break free
|
Gonna set things right and set up a house
|
In a town called Jubilee
|
|
That fog came out of nowhere
|
Short of what I can tell
|
Hand to hand we passed that bucket
|
Up and down from the well
|
"Gone to California"
|
Used to be what folks would say
|
Down around these parts if it was me
|
I'd have hoped that west bound stage
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
One less hallelujah
|
A little less sympathy
|
Lily and Jake, the old black dog
|
A pinewood box, a rocking horse
|
All gone to Jubilee
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
A Town Called Jubilee
|
| Elton John |
