And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal, bright and fair The chosen ones will gather over on the other shore On that bright and cloudless morning

There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack