Great Judgement Morning - George Jones, Connie Smith, Waylon Jennings

I dreamed that the great judgment morning

Had dawned, and the trumpet had blown;

I dreamed that the nations had gathered

To judgment before the white throne;

From the throne came a bright, shining angel

And he stood on the land and the sea

And he swore with his hand raised to Heaven

That time was no longer to be

And, oh, what a weeping and wailing

As the lost were told of their fate;

They cried for the rocks and the mountains

They prayed, but their prayer was too late

The rich man was there, but his money

Had melted and vanished away;

A pauper he stood in the judgment

His debts were too heavy to pay;

The great man was there, but his greatness

When death came, was left far behind!

The angel that opened the records

Not a trace of his greatness could find

The widow was there with the orphans

God heard and remembered their cries;

No sorrow in heaven forever

God wiped all the tears from their eyes;

The gambler was there and the drunkard

And the man that had sold them the drink

With the people who gave him the license

Together in hell they did sink

The moral man came to the judgment

But self-righteous rags would not do;

The men who had crucified Jesus

Had passed off as moral men, too;

The soul that had put off salvation

Not tonight;

I ll get saved by and by

No time now to think of religion!

At last they had found time to die