2 acessos
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!»