A Town Called Jubilee - Elton John

Lily pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junk

Said «I'm gonna keep this good luck

Piece of iron inside my truck»

The boy just whispered «OK»

And grabbed his old black dog

As we piled on in and cut out through

That late November fog

Dull as a ploughshare rusting in the yard

Old Cotton grinned and waved goodbye

While the auctioneers all played cards

On every other Sunday

I’d walk down to Moe’s and back

Eat a t-bone steak, watch a picture show,

For a dollar and a half

Come on little sister get up offa my knee

Gonna settle down someday

In a town called Jubilee

Come on brother Jake

Break on out and a break free

Gonna set things right and set up a house

In a town called Jubilee

That fog came out of nowhere

Short of what I can tell

Hand to hand we passed that bucket

Up and down from the well

«Gone to California»

Used to be what folks would say

Down around these parts if it was me

I’d have hoped that west bound stage

One less hallelujah

A little less sympathy

Lily and Jake, the old black dog

A pinewood box, a rocking horse

All gone to Jubilee