Here We Go

Here We Go

(written by Ray Scarbrough)

1

Sunday morning as the sun comes up. 

Smell’n that coffee from my daddy’s cup. 

Mama cook’n bacon in the fry’n pan. 

Little sister’s in the kitchen giv’n Mom a hand. 

Hurry! Get ready! Look’n at the clock. 

Press my pants & find my socks. 

Where’s my tie? How about my shirt. 

It’s time to go. It’s time for church.. 

Chorus

Rise & shine It’s a brand new day.. 

We’re headed out & we won’t be late. 

All the church is gathered round. 

God’s com’n down to our hometown. 

No time for wait’n or mov’n slow. 

Get ready. O! Here we go!

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Our Lord is com’n & it won’t be long. 

We’ll all be sing’n that goodbye song. 

Old Death may come & bury me

in a chilly grave so damp & deep. 

To live is Christ. To die is gain. 

If I go now He knows my name. 

With an angels shout & a trumpet sound,

I’m bust’n out of that hard ground. 

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