Lyrics:

Well, in that great gettin'' up mornin''Fare thee well, fare theeWell, in that great gettin'' up mornin''Fare thee well, fare theeWell, in that great gettin'' up mornin''Fare thee well, fare theeWell, in that great gettin'' up mornin''Fare thee well, fare theeWellLet me tell you ''bout the coming of the SaviorGod told Gabriel to go down yonderI want you to get on that silver trumpetNow get it and begin to blow itI''m gonna tell you about the comin'' of the judgmentTalkin'' ''bout the comin'' of the judgmentWhen you see the lightnin'' flashin''When you see the thunder crashin''Preacher lay aside your BibleYou know there''ll be no preachin'' yonder