Verse 1
[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!»
