—Smokey Greene
A:
The curtain of darkness has fallen
My friends are all here by my side
Aren't those the sweet voices of angels
As I rise on that heavenly tide.
All hearts overflowing with sadness
The words left so often unsaid
When I heard a voice whispering softly…
Could I have all your stuff when you're dead.
B:
Could I have your TV and your pickup
I've always admired your shoes
Could I have that old dining room table
There's a couple of chairs I could use.
When you know that you're headed for glory
Like a star up to heaven you'll shoot
When they write the last page of your story
Could I try on that searsucker suit.
A:
It was the voice of my dear brother Thomas
He was kneeling down close by my side
His breath had just come from a funeral
For a mouthful of teeth that had died.
I prayed my last prayer for salvation
I was feeling the touch of God's hand
But I could still hear the voice of my brother
As they struck up the old angel band.
B:
Could I have your guitar and your banjo
That old forty gallon fish tank
Would you mind if I took a few records
Just Lefty, ET and Hank.
Well you know that you can't take it with you
Your heavenly home up on high
When you pass through the gates they give you your wings…
Could I have all your stuff when you die.
Tag:
Well the angels consulted St. Peter
Flew me back to my hospital bed
My life was a new day a dawnin'
And the angels took brother instead.
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