Mad At Gravity

There's a mansion now empty just waiting for me at the end of life's travel someway

Many friends and dear loved ones will welcome me there

Near the door of that mansion someday



Here I labor and toil as I look for a home just a numble of gold among men

While in heaven a mansion is waiting for me and the gentle voice pleading come in

There's a mansion now empty...

[ guitar ]

When my labor and toiling have ended below and by hand shall I hold it in rest

I'll exchange this old home for a mansion up there and invited up angel as guest

There's a mansion now empty...