| What you gonna do on judgement day
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| Time runs out, baby, and you can’t stay
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| Screamin' and cryin', you got to go
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| Hey St. Peter, won’t you open the door
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| Yes, I’m coming, Yes, I’m coming
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| Yes, I’m coming, and it’s like my time ain’t long
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| When I die you can bury me dead
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| The tombstone-women set my face and head
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| Fold my arms across my chest
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| And tell my friends that I’m gone to rest
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| Yes, I’m coming, Yes, I’m coming
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| Yes, I’m coming, and I know my time ain’t long
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| Now, when I’m dead, drafted in my grave
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| You gonna be sorry that you treat me like a slave
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| And there’s no one to take my place
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| And you gonna cry your blues away
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| Yes, I’m coming, Yes, I’m coming
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| Yes, I’m coming, and it’s like my time ain’t long |