Booked Tonight In Heaven Lyrics

I walked upon the front porch
Momma met me at the door
She said,
Son I tried to call you but
you were on the road

She put her arms around me
said, It's bad news you know
Papa he's been holdin' on
He don't have long to go

We all gathered around him
He had words to say
He talked about the good times
and the good old USA

He talked about the music
that we used to play
He looked out on the
front porch
I could barely hear him say

They're tunin' up my fiddle
They've rosined up my bow
The angels are preparin'
for a country music show

I'm booked tonight in heaven
I must be on a roll The band of angels need
a fiddle in their show

Instrumental Break

I guess sadness brings a
memory when I was a boy
Sittin' on that front porch
me and papa makin' noise

Back then we called it music
We was my momma's stars
The front porch was the
Opry stage and the dream
that took us far

They're tunin' up his fiddle
They've rosined up his bow
The angels are preparin'
for a country music show

He's booked tonight in heaven
He must be on a roll
The band of angels need him
to fiddle in their show

The band of angels need him
to fiddle in their show

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