Ballad of Jubilee Jones

If you got the soul, let it roll If you got the time, let it shine If you got the dream, set it free Just like Jubilee Sprung from the dirt like a Frazier fir With a fiddle in his hand Old Jubilee was born to sing The song of the common man He thumbed away from a tender age While mama stood and cried Take up the yoke for the working folk Son, don't keep the fire inside From the coal fields to the textile mills Picking for the pocket change Jubal Jones found a home singing on a sidewalk stage If you got the soul, let it roll If you got the time, let it shine If you got the dream, set it free Just like Jubilee Well, he hopped the rail from the Georgia mail To the highball Chessie Line All the folks leaned in to hear him sing Down every rolling mile But his luck ran out in Danville town When the sheriff cuffed his hands They rung his bell, said you're going to hell son For singing for the working man From the union halls to the prison walls Picking for a poor man's wage Jubal Jones found a home playing on the gallows stage If you got the soul, let it roll If you got the time, let it shine If you got the dream, set it free Just like Jubilee Oh, just like Jubilee From your hometown to the whole world 'round The song remains the same Someday the hand of the working man Sure gonna lose these chains You'll hear the tune come whistling through No matter where you roam Hard labour songs still linger on Just like Jubilee Jones If you got the soul, let it roll If you got the time, let it shine If you got the dream, set it free Just like Jubilee If you got the soul, let it roll If you got the time, let it shine If you got the dream, set it free Just like Jubilee If you got the dream, set it free Just like Jubilee, yeah