In That Great Gettin Up Mornin by The Oak Ridge Boys Lyrics

Well, in that great gettin' up mornin'
Fare thee well, fare thee
Well, in that great gettin' up mornin'
Fare thee well, fare thee

Well, 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
God told Gabriel to go down yonder
I want you to get on that silver trumpet
Now get it and begin to blow it

I'm gonna tell you about the comin' of the judgment
Talkin' 'bout the comin' of the judgment
When you see the lightnin' flashin'
When you see the thunder crashin'
Preacher lay aside your Bible
You know there'll be no preachin' yonder