Lyrics

Well, in that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee Well, in that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee Well, in that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee Well, in that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee Well Let me tell you 'bout the coming of the Savior God told Gabriel to go down yonder I want you to get on that silver trumpet Now get it and begin to blow it I'm gonna tell you about the comin' of the judgment Talkin' 'bout the comin' of the judgment When you see the lightnin' flashin' When you see the thunder crashin' Preacher lay aside your Bible You know there'll be no preachin' yonder