Текст песни Ballad of Jubilee Jones - Old Crow Medicine Show

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