One, two, three, four

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more
And the morning breaks eternal bright and fair
When the saved diverse shall gather over on the other shore
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there

When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is callеd up yonder, I'll be therе

Alright, miss Tanya
Time for you to sell it

On that bright and cloudless morning
When the dead and Christ shall rise
And the glory of His resurrection share
When His chosen ones shall gather
To their home beyond the skies
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there

When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there

Get after it, Rob
Lickety-splicket

Let us lay before the Master from the dawn 'til setting sun
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care
Then when all of life is over and our work on Earth is done
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there

When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there

I'm gonna be there, what about you?
I hope I'm gonna be there, I've been baptized thirteen times
Just wanted to make sure one of 'em took
I can't imagine being there without you, buddy
Let's go
Right now?
Maybe not right now