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Fare thee well, land of cotton,
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Cotton lisle is out of style, honey chile, Jump for joy.
[Verse 2]
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Don't you grieve, little Eve,
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All the hounds, I do believe,
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Have been killed, ain't you thrilled, Jump for joy.
[Chorus]
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Have you seen pastures, groovy?
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Oh, Green Pastures was just a technicolor movie
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When you stomp up to heaven and you meet old Saint Pete.
Tell that boy
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«Jump for joy!»