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Guy Mitchell

The Day Of Jubilo

 

The Day Of Jubilo


(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 making 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 making 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 making his will
Tell it but you won't know
Till the day of Jubilo

I got my share of troubles
Trouble running everywhere
Blowing 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 making his will
Tell it but you won't know
Till the day of Jubilo
Till the day of Jubilo

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