Connie Smith - Plenty of time

I got up ^Ebon Sunday m^C+orning, w^C7ent ^Fmto the church at ten, I l^Bb7istened to the words that I’d ^Ebheard time and time again; The ^Abpreacher spoke of sinful lives, it s^Ebeemed he spoke of ^Cmmine, But I was y^Fmoung, I had ^Bb7plenty of t^Ebime.

I walked ^Ebon down life’s p^C+athway, l^C7iving ^Fmas I wished to live, Out to ^Bb7beat the other fellow, out to ^Ebget what life could give; Making ^Abmoney is not sinful, having ^Ebfun is not a ^Cmcrime, So I’ll just ^Fmwait, I’ve got p^Bb7lenty of t^Ebime.

P^Ablenty of ^Bb7time to de^Ebcide where I’m ^Fmbound, To e^Fm7ternal d^Bb7arkness or ^Ebto a heavenly crown; I^Ab’m just a y^Bboung man not ^Ebyet in my p^Cmrime, So I’ll just ^Fmwait, I’ve got p^Bb7lenty of t^Ebime.

Before ^EbI knew what had ^C+happened l^C7ife’s s^Fmcenes had passed away, And ^Bb7millions stood before God’s throne for ^Ebit was judgment day; Now e^Abternal darkness beckons, and the n^Ebame it calls is m^Cmine, But I t^Fmhought I had p^Bb7lenty of t^Ebime.

Et^Abernity w^Bb7aits, I’ve got p^Eblenty of t^Cmime, To t^Fm7hink of all the ^Bb7days Christ c^Ebould have been mine; ^AbMy chance is ^Bbover, earth’s ^Ebdays are left be^Cmhind, And here am ^FmI, I’ve got p^Bb7lenty of t^Ebime.

Now I’ve got n^Fmothing but p^Bb7lenty of t^Eb4ime. ^Eb