This is my first chord sheet, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know.

Notes in parentheses are single notes, not chords.

INTRO: (G-A-B) C C G C    G C G C G

The curtain of darkness is fallin'
GAnd (320003@1)my friends are all here at my side.
C (x32010@1)                                                  GAre (320003@1)those the sweet voices of angels
GAs (320003@1)I rise on that heavenly tide?
A (x02220@1)                                     D7 (xx0212@1)All hearts overflowin' with sadness
GAnd (320003@1)those words left so often unsaid
C (x32010@1)                                              GThen (320003@1)I could hear a voice whispering softly,
C (x32010@1)                                                          G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C
"Could I have all your stuff when your dead?"
G (320003@1)                                D (xx0232@1)                       G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C G (320003@1)"Could I have your TV and your pickup?
CAnd (x32010@1)I've always admired your shoes.
GCould (320003@1)I have that old dining room table?
CAnd (x32010@1)there's a couple of chairs I could use."
G (320003@1)                                                       D7 (xx0212@1)"Well, you know that you're headed to glory,
GAnd (320003@1)like a star, up to heaven you'll shoot
C (x32010@1)                                                      GWhen (320003@1)they write the last page of your story,
C (x32010@1)                                                           G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C
Could I try on that seersucker suit?"
G (320003@1)                                 D (xx0232@1)        G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C G (320003@1)SOLO/INSTRUMENTAL: (G-A-B) C C G C    G C G C G



It was the voice of my dear brother Thomas.
GHe (320003@1)was kneelin' down close by my side.
C (x32010@1)                                                    GHis (320003@1)breath had just come from a funeral
GFor (320003@1)a mouth full of teeth that had died.
A (x02220@1)                                                 D7 (xx0212@1)Well, I prayed my last prayer for salvation.
GI (320003@1)was feelin' the touch of God's hand.
C (x32010@1)                                                GBut (320003@1)I could still hear the voice of my brother
C (x32010@1)                                                         G (320003@1)CAs (x32010@1)they struck up that old angel band.
G (320003@1)                                 D (xx0232@1)            G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C G (320003@1)"Could I have your old ski boots and surf board?
CAnd (x32010@1)maybe that four-poster bed?
GWould (320003@1)you mind if I took a few records?
CJust (x32010@1)Nirvana, The Stones, and the Dead."
G (320003@1)                                                  D7 (xx0212@1)Well, you know that you can't take it with you
GTo (320003@1)your heavenly home up on high.
C (x32010@1)                                              GWhen (320003@1)you pass through those gates, and they hand you your wings,
C (x32010@1)                                                                       G (320003@1)                 CCould (x32010@1)I have all your stuff when you die?
G (320003@1)                                D (xx0232@1)                  G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C G (320003@1)

But the angels consulted St. Peter
CAnd (x32010@1)flew me back to my hospital bed.
G (320003@1)                                                  DMy (xx0232@1)life was a new day a-dawning,
G (320003@1)                                       CAnd (x32010@1)the angels took Tommy instead. 
G (320003@1)                                 C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C G (320003@1)OUTRO: (G-A-B) C C G C    (G-A-B-B-B-C-B-A-G) C G

Tabbed out by Peter C