I can see a long line of cars with their headlights on   I can see kinfolks crying 'cause somebody's gone   Then they gather around as they let the sinner men down   I can see an old preacher praying there with a frown      Lord, is that me?   Tell you 'bout this vision I see   Lord, is that me?   If it is, have mercy, have mercy on me      I can see an old gray haired mother say goodbye to her son   I can see a young widow proud with a baby in her arms   They stay as long as they should showing what respect that they could   But everybody there was afraid to say something good      Lord, is that me?   Tell you 'bout this vision I see   Lord, is that me?   If it is, have mercy, have mercy on me      I can see that long line of cars quickly drive away   I can see an old gray haired mother linger behind by the grave   Her wrinkled face is streaming tears as she stands there trembling in fear   She knows that only a chosen few can meet up there      Lord, is that me?   Tell you 'bout this vision I see   Lord, is that me?   If it is, have mercy, have mercy on me   I can see that long line of cars with their headlights on