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Lyrics
Jawbone jump
Jawbone jump
Cast off this worry cloud
Tired of being
So down in the dumps
Pondering about
What may come
Wondering about
If I’m smart or dumb
What does it all mean
Mean to me
Jawbone jawbone jump
Wishbone cyclone
Ghost upon an ancient hickory stump
The world will be old one day
I reckon so I will too
I don’t have time to waste today
Hands on a clock wilt when the devil
Comes through
I can no longer hide from it
See the man who finds buried treasure in a field
Man sells the treasure and buys the field
Such cherishing and so much adorning
Pity, feel for hands in quiet prayer disjoining
But still Holy Ghost come down and I’m healed
And but still
Hand upon a still
Eau de vie
Water of life
Make a jawbone jump
Jawbone jump, I’m a plump chump
Waiting for admission at the pump
Admitting my every single shortcoming
And shortcut
Ever taken
Spirituality forsaken
Spit and challenge
Gods and heroes on the spot
Chapel and battleground
Make, shake a jawbone to jump
And still, please maybe stay
Jawbone jump
Jawbone jump
Cast off this worry cloud
Tired of being
So down in the dumps
Details
GeneratedJul 27, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
Create an original folk-blues spiritual song in the raw, powerful style of Odetta from the 1950s–60s. Female contralto
Credits
Prompt byAlex_Lo13
ModelAria v5.5
