Lyrics

Ready to Meet Me

I was hillbilly born and backwoods raised
Moonshine running through my veins
Raising hell, screwing up
Nothing but trouble that's what I was
That's a part of me I still can't shake
A wild streak you can't wash away
Fighting, cussing, drinking
Lately, it's got me thinking

I'll always be a little too rough, a little too proud
I'll always say a little too much when I open my big mouth
I don't claim to be a saint, but if I die today
I'm ready to meet my maker
But I have to wonder is he ready to meet me?
Is he ready to meet me?

I've run red hot, gone stone cold
Been booked and printed, bought and sold
I've been on the wagon, fell off it
Drawn the line, then I crossed it
I've stared down the barrel of a 45
Felt the thrill when it hit me I was still alive
So when I get to them Pearly Gates
St. Peter, get out of the way

I'll always be a little too rough, a little too proud
I'll always say a little too much when I open my big mouth
I don't claim to be a saint, but if I die today
I'm ready to meet my maker
But I have to wonder is he ready to meet me?
Is he ready to meet me?

'Cause I'll always be a little too rough, a little too proud
Yeah, I'll always say a little too much when I open my big mouth
I don't claim to be a saint, but if I die today
I'm be ready to meet my maker
But I have to wonder is he ready to meet me?
Is he ready to meet me?


© Will Hopkins / Claire Ulanoff / Ellen Britton