Billy Ray Cyrus - Redneck Heaven Lyrics
Take me to redneck heavenWhen I'm dead and goneWhere my southern roots are buriedBandstand still lives onWith some smoky pool room standingWith Jesus on the wallTake me to redneck heavenWhen the good Lord comes to call (comes to call, comes to call)Mother Mary riding proud on the dashboard of my truckTo remind me to count my blessings and to pray for just a little luckBrother Levi waits for me at the local 711But just in case I don't make it thereSend me to Redneck heavenTake me to redneck heavenWhen I'm dead and goneWhere my southern roots are buriedBandstand still lives onWhere some smoky pool room standingWith Jesus on the wallTake me to redneck heavenWhen the good Lord comes to call (comes to call, comes to call)There I was on those sawdust streets of goldAnd I saw Conway Twitty and there was Keith WillyBefore I could Hank Williams I turned around and I was face to faceWith the king, of Rock and rollYou can have your streets of goldSawdust will do just fineAnd about those singing angelsJust give me Patsy ClineIf I could only meet the kingI'll feel I've rolled a 7Give me swingin doors instead of pearly gatesTake me to redneck heaven!Take me to redneck heavenWhen I'm dead and goneWhere my southern roots are buriedBandstand still lives onWhere some smoky pool room standingWith Jesus on the wallTake me to redneck heavenWhen the good Lord comes to call (comes to call, comes to call)Take me to redneck heavenHope I see you all
