Let Me Bring My Guitar To Heaven Too chords

[VERSE]

[E]Dear Lord, when I must die
And reig[A]n up in the sky
Where ev[E]eryone is shouting halle[B]lu
One favo[E]r, Lord, I ask
When my [A]soul is called at last
Let me b[E]ring my guitar t[B]o heave[E]n too.

[CHORUS]

How many[A] Martins get beyond thos[E]e pearly gates
To pick [E]those sacred melodies fo[B]r you?
Harps an[E]d trumpets may sound fine
But they[A] just don’t sound old-time.
Let me b[E]ring my [B]guitar to heave[E]n too.

[VERSE]

How ofte[E]n, dearest lord
Has my m[A]artin struck a chord
When I w[E]as singing hymns in prai[B]se of you?
Like me [E]it’s done its share so Lord list[A]en to my prayer,
Let me b[E]ring my [B]guitar to heave[E]n too.

[CHORUS]

[A]How many Martins get bey[E]ond those pearly gates
To pick [E]those sacred melodies fo[B]r you?
Harps an[E]d trumpets may sound fine
But they[A] just don’t sound old-time.
Let me b[E]ring my [B]guitar to heave[E]n too.

[VERSE]

I long, [E]dear Lord, to be
With my [A]old dear family
And all [E]those friends who’ve gone to live with y[B]ou.
How we u[E]sed to sing and play
Lord whe[A]n I am laid away
Let me b[E]ring my guitar t[B]o heaven too. [E]

[CHORUS]

[A]How many Martins get bey[E]ond those pearly gates
To pick [E]those sacred melodies fo[B]r you?
Harps an[E]d trumpets may sound fine
But they[A] just don’t sound old-time.
Let me b[E]ring my [B]guitar to heave[E]n too.
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