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By Bob Hartman
Based on Acts 17:27

Living water - I am thirsty and dry
Bread of heaven - only You satisfy
I am waiting for Your comfort and peace
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?

Are you ready to meet Jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will He know you when
On the road to nowhere
Leaving really soon
Could be heaven, could be hell
Could be on the moon

Are you ready
Are you higher
Are you ready
fingers
And whiskey in my blood
He said take this six strings
And burn heaven above

Are you ready? Are you ready?
You better get ready
Once we start
Peaked at # 2 in 1940, with competing versions by Dinah Shore at # 17 and by Bobby Byrne
	at # 19
Later charted by Perry Como (duet with Eddie
brave souls your courage we remember
Sacrificed young lives last September
We still hear your battle cry
Are you ready, okay, let's roll
Are you ready
a make believe heaven
The good ol' days have aged my bones
(1st chorus)
Are you ready (are you ready)
Are you ready (are you ready)
Remember how
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee, pretty scary!

Now, I'm
it's been beautiful knowin' ya in this school
Are ya ready?

Come up to Heaven
Happiness it is a given
You gotta see this
Atmosphere it is the freest
side
Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fuckin'' clown die

Bitch, don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby
but I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first.
personal number
Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances
By listening to this album, you are literally
And I cannot stress this enough
would find heaven by my side
And there were you angel, heaven in the morning
Playing in my arms and in my life
And I reached this decision, I love you
Lord of all creation
Of water, earth, and sky
The heavens are Your tabernacle
Glory to the Lord on High

God of wonders, beyond out galaxy
You
Lord of all creation
Of water, earth and sky
Heavens are your tabernacle
Glory to the Lord on high

God of wonders beyond our galaxy
You are holy,
War ready
You got shooters, I’ve got shooters
We got money
Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do though
Mastermind uh
Uh nigga got a thousand
John

Oh they tell me that the streets over there
Are painted with gold
To walk in Jerusalem
Just like John

You see I, I've never ever been
Knowing you and me one day will surely find a way 
No compromising and all I see are brighter skies 
Now I got you by my side 

Heaven can wait now you
Beautiful Delilah, sweet as apple pie
Always gets a second look from fellas passin' by
Every time you see her she's with a different guy
Beautiful
a happy end
Do you suppose a miracle
Is happening to me to me

Heaven is in your mind
When love is in your heart

Na na na na na na na na
Ha ha
bachelor party
In the bar celebratin with all your homies
Go outside and you ready to ride
Then over 51 shots but you ain't ready to die
in your fast
Ruth are you ready?
Do you trust me?
Can you feel the hand of Jesus?

RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN
RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN

Ruth if you're ready
You are holy, holy
The universe declares Your majesty
You are holy, holy

Lord of Heaven and Earth
Lord of Heaven and Earth

So Early in
button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again

Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but
button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am, just missing you again

Please, mister, please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song but it's