The End of the Tunnel

The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my The end of the tunnel's in view Hair's turned white no teeth of my own Beginning to shake in my shoes The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my Not ready to cash in my chips Got some unfinished business to tend to Afore making that final trip Sadly we don't know the time or place So be ready for the final bell Just hope and pray all that good living Was enough to keep you from Hell Shouldn't be scared you've led a good life But there's always that little doubt Creeping into your thoughts every night What would be nice is an advanced scout Don't think I'll write anymore of this stuff This is scaring me half to death Now there I've used that word death again Still kicking till my very last breath The end of the tunnel's in view, oh my The end of the tunnel's in view There's no turning back it's much too late Hope I'm not at the front of the queue!