(Tell it to the preacher and the blessings flow Tell it to the teacher, but he don't know) Tell it to the poor man under the hill, Tell it to the rich man makin' his will, Tell it but you won't know, Till the day of Jubilo.
Oh the Devil, he makes it thunder, Every time he hollers loud The sun draws up the water And it rains right through the clouds The eagle's wings, they fly so high They cause the wind to blow Now the only thing that bogs my mind I wonder what makes it snow
(Tell it to the preacher and the blessings flow Tell it to the teacher, but he don't know) Tell it to the poor man under the hill, Tell it to the rich man makin' his will, Tell it but you won't know, Till the day of Jubilo.
Oh, the sun sits up above me The Heavens are all aglow The Devil, he don't love me, Got a place that we all know The closer to the sun you climb The hotter it's gonna grow Now the only thing that bogs my mind How did it get hot below.
(Tell it to the preacher and the blessings flow Tell it to the teacher, but he don't know) Tell it to the poor man under the hill, Tell it to the rich man makin' his will, Tell it but you won't know, Till the day of Jubilo.
I got my share of troubles Trouble runnin' everywhere Blowin' up like a bubble Gonna bust itself a fare Now I've got troubles of every kind Brother that ain't the half The only thing that bogs my mind I wonder what makes me laugh
(Tell it to the preacher, and the blessings flow Tell it to the teacher, but he don't know) Tell it to the poor man under the hill, Tell it to the rich man makin' his will, Tell it but you won't know, Till the day of Jubilo. Till the day..of..Ju..bi..loTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
