Jubal (Live)
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
Well, there's ol' Jubal in the tall joe pye
Waitin' on a rabbit- come a'hoppin' by
Gonna catch him a big one and give him a chew,
Keep him from the garden like good dogs do.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
There's ol' Jubal runnin' through the creek
He's fast as lighn'nin', he's a blur, he's a streak
He's multi-colored and his eyes are brown
No pedigree, he's just an ol' hound.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
Now once ol' Jubal he could not stand
He layed on the porch and he licked my hand
And I kept a watch, I did not fail,
Till he got better and he wagged his tail.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
When Jubal is old and ready to go
I'm gonna take him on a walk down Dry Creek Road
I'll be his best friend, and I won't walk too fast;
I'll dig his grave in the shade when he breathes his last.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
Well, there's ol' Jubal in the tall joe pye
Waitin' on a rabbit- come a'hoppin' by
Gonna catch him a big one and give him a chew,
Keep him from the garden like good dogs do.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
There's ol' Jubal runnin' through the creek
He's fast as lighn'nin', he's a blur, he's a streak
He's multi-colored and his eyes are brown
No pedigree, he's just an ol' hound.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
Now once ol' Jubal he could not stand
He layed on the porch and he licked my hand
And I kept a watch, I did not fail,
Till he got better and he wagged his tail.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
When Jubal is old and ready to go
I'm gonna take him on a walk down Dry Creek Road
I'll be his best friend, and I won't walk too fast;
I'll dig his grave in the shade when he breathes his last.
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home, boy,
Jubal, Jubal, Jubal won't you come on home.
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Writer(s): Kay Susan Taylor
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