lily pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junk said i m going to keep this good luck piece of iron inside my truck the boy just whispered ok and grabbed his old black dog as we piled on in and cut out through that late november fog dull as a plough share rusting in the yard old cotton grinned and waved goodbye while the auctioneers all played cards on every other sunday i d walk down to moe s and back eat a t bone steak watch a picture show for a dollar and a half come on little sister get up off my knee going to settle down someday in a town called jubilee come on brother jake break on out and a break free going to set things right and set up a house in a town called jubilee that fog came out of nowhere short of what i can tell hand to hand we passed that bucket up and down from the well gone to california used to be what folks would say down around these parts if it was me i d have hoped that westbound stage come on little sister get up off my knee going to settle down someday in a town called jubilee come on brother jake break on out and a break free going to set things right and set up a house in a town called jubilee  one less hallelujah a little less sympathy lily and jake the old black dog a pinewood box a rocking horse all gone to jubilee come on little sister get up off my knee going to settle down someday in a town called jubilee come on brother jake break on out and a break free going to set things right and set up a house in a town called jubilee