(Dolly Parton)
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When I was a child I recall and old man; everybody loved old Zeke
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He was all alone, his family was gone; one day he said to me
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I'm just sittin' here thinkin' about Jesus, rockin' as my old chair creaks
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Some glad day I'll fly away when Jesus comes calling for me
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It might be today, it might be tomorrow, maybe one day next week
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I'll soon be done with trouble and sorrow when He comes calling for me
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When Jesus comes calling for me
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When I die don't grieve and cry
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Lordy, don't feel sorry for me
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Oh what a day, what a mighty fine day
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When Jesus comes calling for me
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When He comes calling for me
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I might be in the graveyard walking talking to my family
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Or I might be plowing in the field down yonder, just old Muley and me
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Wherever I am, whatever I'm a doing, some sweet day I'll see
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And band of angels in a cloud of glory when Jesus comes calling for me
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When He comes calling for me
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When I die just close my eyes
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And lay me 'neath the willow tree
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Oh what a day, what a mighty fine day
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When Jesus comes calling for me
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When Jesus comes calling for me
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I'm just sittin' here watchin' for Jesus, rockin' as my old chair creaks
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Some sweet day I'll fly away when Jesus comes calling for me
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When He comes calling for me
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When Jesus Comes Calling For Me
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| Dolly Parton |
