when it's time, most folks are ready to go; albeit the leaving is rough
Writers: Bruce Scism / John Mann
Musicians:
Bruce Scism : Acoustic Guitar
James Calire: Piano/organ
Mario Calire: Drums
Sam Bolle: Acoustic Bass
Jesse Siebenberg: Electric guitar / lap steel
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My grandmother outlived her husband and two children and two brothers. She was ready to go and waited to be called
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I’m weary, chilled to my soul
The storms seem to just keep rollin’ on
I’m weary chilled to my soul
I believe to my soul
The day will come when I’ll never grow old
Oh I’m weary I believe to my soul
Send down an angel
Send down an angel
Send down one angel
I’m in need
I’ll be ready when you call
Suitcase packed, Sunday best and all
I’ll be ready when you call
I wonder just how long
Will I be out here tending to my own
I wonder just how long
Chorus
Dressed up like Easter morning
Up like the sun in the spring
Well I don’t need no warning bells
I let go of time and all that it brings
Chorus
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