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Words and Music by Ron Pope
I am calling my maker,
When my shift’s finally done,
Bring me home to my people,
Wrap me up in their love.
Like a blanket crocheted,
By some hands passed away,
I’m still praying their names,
No matter how far I’ve strayed.
And may the Lord bless and keep you,
When I’m so far away,
God protect all the babies,
Let em grow old and gray.
And when I’m gone, please recall all the good I saw here,
It’s not the years in your life, it’s the life in your years.
I am fighting the pull of some neon and glass,
But I’ll end up on my ass if I go back to that.
If you’re passing through town, stop by my mama’s house,
Tell her I’m safe and sound, head six feet above ground.
And may the Lord bless and keep her,
When I’m so far away,
God protect all her babies,
Let us grow old and gray.
And when I’m gone, please recall all the good I saw here,
It’s not the years in your life, it’s the life in your years.
And may the Lord bless and keep you,
When I’m so far away,
God protect all our babies,
Let em grow old and gray.
And when I’m gone, please recall all the good I saw here,
It’s not the years in your life, it’s the life in your years.
It’s not the years in your life, it’s the life in your years.