Bb              Gm
Fare thee well, land of cotton,
                  Bb      Eb                    Bb
Cotton lisle is out of style, honey chile, Jump for joy.

 [Verse 2]
Bb              Gm
Don't you grieve, little Eve,
                Bb
All the hounds, I do believe,
                Eb                         Bb
Have been killed, ain't you thrilled, Jump for joy.


 [Chorus]
Eb                        Bb
Have you seen pastures, groovy?
Gm                 Bb               Cm
Oh, Green Pastures was just a technicolor movie
Bb             Gm           Bb                Eb
When you stomp up to heaven and you meet old Saint Pete.
Tell that boy
Bb
«Jump for joy!»