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