The Day of Jubilo Songtext / Lyric

(Tell it to the preacher and the blessings flow
Tell it to the teacher, but he don't know)
Tell it to the poor man under the hill,
Tell it to the rich man makin' his will,
Tell it but you won't know,
Till the day of Jubilo. I got my share of troubles
Trouble runnin' everywhere
Blowin' up like a bubble
Gonna bust itself a fare
Now I've got troubles of every kind
Brother that ain't the half
The only thing that bogs my mind
I wonder what makes me laugh

(Tell it to the preacher, and the blessings flow
Tell it to the teacher, but he don't know)
Tell it to the poor man under the hill,
Tell it to the rich man makin' his will,
Tell it but you won't know,
Till the day of Jubilo.
Till the day..of..Ju..bi..lo