I hope it’s something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow.
When we float out into the ether, into the Everlasting Arms,
I hope we don’t hear Marley’s chains we forged in life.
‘Cause the chains I been hearing now for most of my life,
The chains I been hearing now for most of my life.
Did you hear the ’59 Sound coming through on grandmother’s radio?
Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?
Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song one last time?
And I wonder were you scared when the metal hit the glass?
See, I was playing a show down the road
When your spirit left your body.
And they told me on the front lawn.
I’m sorry I couldn’t go,
But I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons.
And I know ’cause we were kids and we used to hang
I know ’cause we were kids and we used to hang
Did you hear the ’59 Sound coming through on grandmother’s radio?
Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?
Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song one last time?
Young boys, young girls,
Young boys, young girls,
Young boys, young girls,
Young boys, young girls,
Ain’t supposed to die on a Saturday night,
Ain’t supposed to die on a Saturday night,
Ain’t supposed to die on a Saturday night,
Ain’t supposed to die on a Saturday night,
Did you hear the ’59 Sound coming through on grandfather’s radio?
Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?
Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song one last time?
Young boys, young girls,
Young boys, young girls.
