Gene Watson – Booked Tonight In Heaven (Guitar)

C
  I walked upon the front porch

      G
Momma met me at the door

G
She said son I tried to call you

    C
but you were on the road

F
  She put her arms around me

         C
And said it's bad news you know

G
  Papa he's been holding on

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He don't have long to go

C
  We all gathered around him

G
  He had words to say

G
He talked about the good times

        C
And the good old USA

F
  He talked about the music

    C
that  we used to play

G
  He looked out on the front porch

                        C
I could barely hear him say

        F
They’re tuning up my fiddle

        C
they've rosined up my bow

G
  The angels are preparing

      C
For a country music show

    F
I'm booked tonight in heaven

  C
I must be on a roll

G
  The band of angels need

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a fiddle in their show

        C
I guess sadness brings a memory

G
  When I was a boy sitting on that front porch

       C
Me and papa making noise

     F
Back then we called it music

   C
We was my momma's stars

    G
The front porch was the Opry stage

                           C
And the dream that took us far

      F
Their tuning up his fiddle

        C
They've rosined up his bow

G
  The angels are preparing

      C
For a country music show

     F
He's booked tonight in heaven

   C
He must be on a roll

G
  The band of angels need him

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To fiddle in their show

G
  The band of angels need him

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To fiddle in their show