Well I opened my eyes this morning, I wasn't at home in bed There were four angels standin' 'round me I thought I must be dead Yeah I opened my eyes this mornin' Thought I must be dead There were four angels standin' 'round me And the room was beaded red Won't you have mercy on your wicked son? Take me up to heaven, or hell where I belong Well the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall Four angels standin' 'round me And it weren't no social call Yeah, the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall Got down on my knees prayin' Lord But it didn't do no good at all Won't you have mercy on your wicked son? Take me up to heaven, or hell where I belong
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