Lyrics:

Fare thee well land of cotton.Cotton lisle is out of style,Honey chileJump for JoyDOn't you grieve little EveAll the hounds I do believehave been killedAin't 'cha thrilled?Jump for JoyHave you seen pastures groovy?Green pastures was just a technicolor movieWhen you stomp up to heaven and you meet old Saint PeteTell that boy