Will it be my Uncle Ronnie, I barely knew him when he left
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He was only nineteen when he crashed that red Corvette
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Will it be my great grandmother with some cookies that she baked
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Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
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Will it be my goodfriend Matthew who spent his life in a chair
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Will he coming running to me the day I get up there
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Or that bully back in high school I told my Mama that I hate
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Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
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Will it be a choir of Angels with some heavenly refrain
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Or Saint Peter like I've always heard with his big book of names
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Will it be my old dog, Bailey, who died when I was eight
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Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
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[Instrumental Interlude]
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I pray it's not my wife, my daughter or my son
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Cause that would mean the good Lord took em before my time was done
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Tonight, they're all sound asleep as I lie here wide awake
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And I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
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We're brought into this world with God only knows how many years
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We crawl, we walk, we run, we dance
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We cry a million tears
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And in a flash our lives are over
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And we're face to face with fate
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Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
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Who's gonna greet me at the gate
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At The Gate
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| Blaine Larsen |
