text: Lily pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junk
  Said Im 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
  Id walk down to Moes 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
  Id 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