Lyrics:

Fare Thee Well Land Of Cotton.
cotton Lisle Is Out Of Style,
honey Chile
jump For Joy
don't You Grieve Little Eve
all The Hounds I Do Believe
have Been Killed
ain't 'cha Thrilled
jump For Joy
have You Seen Pastures Groovy
green Pastures Was Just A Technicolor Movie
when You Stomp Up To Heaven And You Meet Old Saint Pete
tell That Boy