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At The Gate
will it be my uncle ronnie, i barely knew him when he left
he was only nineteen when he crashed that red corvette
will it be my great grandmother with some cookies that she baked
oh, i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
will it be my goodfriend matthew who spent his life in a chair
will he coming running to me the day i get up there
or that bully back in high school i told my mama that i hate
oh, i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
will it be a choir of angels with some heavenly refrain
or saint peter like i've always heard with his big book of names
will it be my old dog, bailey, who died when i was eight
oh, i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
(instrumental interlude)
i pray it's not my wife, my daughter or my son
cause that would mean the good lord took em before my time was done
tonight, they're all sound asleep as i lie here wide awake
and i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
we're brought into this world with god only knows how many years
we crawl, we walk, we run, we dance
we cry a million tears
and in a flash our lives are over
and we're face to face with fate
oh, i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
who's gonna greet me at the gate
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who's gonna greet me at the gate
oh, i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
and we're face to face with fate
and in a flash our lives are over
we cry a million tears
we crawl, we walk, we run, we dance
we're brought into this world with god only knows how many years
and i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
tonight, they're all sound asleep as i lie here wide awake
cause that would mean the good lord took em before my time was done
i pray it's not my wife, my daughter or my son
(instrumental interlude)
oh, i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
will it be my old dog, bailey, who died when i was eight
or saint peter like i've always heard with his big book of names
will it be a choir of angels with some heavenly refrain
oh, i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
or that bully back in high school i told my mama that i hate
will he coming running to me the day i get up there
will it be my goodfriend matthew who spent his life in a chair
oh, i wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
will it be my great grandmother with some cookies that she baked
he was only nineteen when he crashed that red corvette
will it be my uncle ronnie, i barely knew him when he left
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