If I die tomorrow Because I believe That after we're gone The spirit carries on I'd be alright Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where do we go when we die? What lies beyond

Where will you go When this day is over A gambler's purse Lays on the road Straight to your door Snakes have gone crazy tonight Winding their way out of sight A laugh, a joke A sentiment wasted

That's how you know, I'm thinkin' of you I'm thinkin of you, that's all I do all the time You're always the first and the last thing on this heart of mine No matter where I go or what I do, I'm thinkin' of you. When I'm all alone or in a crowd In a quiet

I see the, I see the I see the rain pouring down Before my very eyes Should come as no surprise Got nowhere to go, put away my pride Tired of feeling low even when I'm high Ain't no way to live, do I wanna die? I don't know, I don't know

When I die and they lay me to rest Gonna go to the place that's best When they lay me down to die Goin' on up to the Spirit in the sky Goin' on up to the Spirit in the sky (Spirit in the sky) That's where I'm gonna go when I die (When I die) I'm gonna go

Ev'ry time we say goodbye When you're near There's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere Begin to sing about it There's no love song finer But how strange the change From major to minor I die a little

Ev'ry time we say goodbye When you're near There's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere Begin to sing about it There's no love song finer But how strange the change From major to minor I die a little

I'll fly away I'll fly away, oh glory I'll fly away in the morning When I die, Hallelujah by and by Some bright morning when this life is over To that home on God's celestial shore When the shadows of this life have gone Like a bird from these prison

Oh why, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God (When thugs cry) Oh why, does it have to be this way, our Children of today won't stay wise (thugs cry) Let the children hear

Papa was a rollin' stone. Wherever he laid his head was his home. And when he died, all he left us was alone." It was the third of September; that day I'll always remember, 'Cause that was the day that my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him;