I'll Be Going to Heaven Sometime - Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver

It's going to take some time this time To get myself in shape I really fell out of line this time I really missed the gate The birds on the telephone line (next time) Are cryin' out to me (next time) And I won't be so blind next time And I'll find some harmony But it's going to take some time this time And I can't make demands But, like the young trees in the winter time I'll learn how to bend After all the tears we've spent How could we make amends? So, it's one more round for experience And I'm on the road again And it's going to take some time this time It's going to take some time this time No matter what I've planned And, like the young trees in the winter time I'll learn how to bend After all the tears we've spent How could we make amends? So, it's one more round for experience And I'm on the road again And it's going to take some time this time

Fall is here, hear the yell Back to school, ring the bell Brand new shoes, walking blues Climb the fence, books and pens I can tell that we are going to be friends Yes, I can tell that we are going to be friends Walk with me, Suzy Lee Through the park and by the tree We can rest upon the ground And look at all the bugs we've found Safely walk to school without a sound We safely walk to school without a sound Well, here we are no one else We walk to school all by ourselves There's dirt on our uniforms From chasing all the ants and worms We clean up and now it's time to learn We clean up and now it's time to learn Numbers letters learn to spell Nouns and books and show and tell Play time we will throw the ball Then back to class through the hall The teacher marks our height against the wall The teacher marks our height against the wall And we don't notice any time pass Because we don't notice anything And we sit side by side in every class The teacher thinks that I sound funny But she likes it when you sing Tonight I'll dream in my bed While silly thoughts run through my head Of the bugs and alphabet And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet That you and I will walk together again Because I can tell that we are going to be friends Yes, I can tell that we are going to be friends

The city grows cold, as we start to fall The streets are still lit, the bars at last call Looking for love, and looking for when The final letter for me will be sent 'Cause we've all got to be going somewhere We've all got to be going somewhere, Some to the ground, and some to thin air, But we've all got to be going somewhere I've got my freedom, I've got my friends, I've got stories in dusty bookends, Stories that go, past cigarette ends, Some lives are born, Some remain dead. (Chorus)