When they carried you into the parlor
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Your wounds were the worst I'd seen
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Cold as snow as your body trembled
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Cradled in the arms of morphine
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All the kinfolk cried out loud
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"Good Shepherd save this man"
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But you whispered with icy breath
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"It is not in His hands," and you said
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"Heaven ain't ready for me yet," and you looked at me
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"Give me your heart and take a bet," and you held my hand
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"Now I've seen your face, now that we've met
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"I shall not slip away"
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Mama said to me, "daughter
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"You must nurse your cousin well"
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So I cared for you through days and nights
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But your fever I did not quell
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For weeks I watched you suffer pain
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That no laudanum could ease
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All I had left to do is pray
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"Lord have mercy on him please," and you said
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"Heaven ain't ready for me yet," and you looked at me
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"Give me your heart and take a bet," and you held my hand
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"Now I've seen your face, now that we've met
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"I shall not slip away"
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Now winter's lights has cooled the air
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At last your strength's returned
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You talk to me of the life you spent
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And of the life you've earned
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You'll waste no time on vengeance
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You've no wish to fight again
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"To find peace," you say, "In God we trust
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"But little faith in Man"
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Heaven aint' ready for you yet, Jesse
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I'll give you my heart, I'll take a bet, Jesse
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Now I've seen your face, now that we've met
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I shall not slip away
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Heaven Ain't Ready for You Yet
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| Emmylou Harris |
