Lyrics

Lyrics - Bluegrass in Heaven
Songwriter: Megan Paullet
Artist: Crandall Creek

VERSE 1 (A)
I saw your case by the door
Scuffed up from the road
Fingers on the fretboard
Like you still held a note
You laughed through the hard times
You sang through the rain
Now I sit with your jacket
And I call out your name

PRE-CHORUS (B)
If the night gets too quiet
And the room feels too wide
I hold on to the rhythm
You left deep inside
One more tune for the miles
One more turn on the wheel
I’m beggin’ for mercy
From what my heart can’t heal

CHORUS (C)
I hope there’s bluegrass in heaven
Hope there’s a porch light on
I hope you’re pickin’ with angels
Askin’ Jesus to sing along
I hope there’s bluegrass in heaven
And a fiddle playin’ soft
If you can hear me up there,
Don’t you ever be lost

VERSE 2 (A)
Your laugh was a lantern
In a house full of snow
You’d bend every sorrow
Till it started to glow
We chased down the sundown
With our boots in the dust
Now the chair by the window
Feels heavier with us

PRE-CHORUS (B)
If the wind brings your memory
I’ll be still and listen
For the tap of your footstep
For the song that went missin’
One more tune for the hollow
One more prayer for the road
I’m holdin’ to your part of me
That I will not let go

CHORUS (C)
I hope there’s bluegrass in heaven
Hope there’s a porch light on
I hope you’re pickin’ with angels
Asking Jesus to Sing along
I hope there’s bluegrass in heaven
And a fiddle playin’ soft
If you can hear me up there,
Don’t you ever be lost

BRIDGE (D)
If I could trade these tears
For one more hour at the jam
I’d hand you my goodbye
And your old flatpick in my hand
But love don’t end at the edge
Of a heartbroken song
It just keeps on travelin’ to
Where the good souls belong

CHORUS (C)
I hope there’s bluegrass in heaven
I hope there’s a porch light on
I hope you’re pickin’ with angels
When my last good friend is gone
I hope there’s bluegrass in heaven
And a fiddle playin’ soft
If you can hear me up there,
Don’t you ever be lost