Lyrics

In-a that great getting’ up morning,
Fare thee well, fare the well. (repeat)

I’m gonna tell you ’bout the coming of the judgment…
There’s a better day a coming…

Oh preacher fold your bible…

For the last souls converted…

Blow your trumpet Gabriel…

Lord, how loud shall I blow it…

Do not ‘larm all my people…

Then you see that fork of lightening…

Then you see dem stars a falling…

Then you see dem sinners rising…

See ’em marching home for heaven…

Farewell poor sinners…

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