"Hell In Jubilee" lyrics

Well I drink whiskey and she drinks wine
Well mine's aged in a barrel, hers grows on a vine
And I'm just a picker of sweet dixie flowers
So I don't care to climb your hair up into a tower

And all my kerosene
Replaced my blood
And if you wanna leave
Oh, big mama, go to hell in jubilee

Now she's got some money, but she spends mine
It comes from the railroad, yeah I work on the line
If I'm walking the then she's on the island
If I'm playing broke-down country music, she sits in silence

And all my kerosene
Replaced my blood
And if you wanna leave
Oh, big mama, go to hell in jubilee
Oh, big mama, go to hell in jubilee