I HOPE THEY HAVE GUITARS IN HEAVEN

All through my childhood
I sat at my Daddy’s feet
He played Johnny Cash's 
“Ring of Fire” for me

I knew word for word
“A Boy Named Sue”
Thought... what a rotten thing
For a Daddy to do

I like to think my Daddy
Was waiting at the gates
Just to welcome Johnny
That September day….

And I hope they have guitars in Heaven
To accompany the Angel’s Harps
I would Like to think the gifts God gives us
Aren't left behind when we depart
I’d sure love to hear my Daddy play with Johnny
When the time comes to reunite
Yeah... I hope they have guitars in Heaven
To sweeten our eternal lives
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Yeah... I hope they have guitars in Heaven
To accompany the Angel's Harps
I would like to think the gifts God gives us
Aren't left behind when we depart
I'd sure love to hear my Daddy play with Johnny
When the time comes to reunite 
Yeah, I hope they have guitars in Heaven
To sweeten our eternal lives
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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