Letras de Redneck Heaven

Take me to redneck heaven
When I′m dead and gone
Where my southern roots are buried
And Van Zandt still lives on
With some smoky pool room standing
With Jesus on the wall
Take me to redneck heaven
When the good Lord comes to call
Comes to call, comes to call

Mother Mary riding proud
On the dashboard of my truck
To remind me to count my blessings
And to pray for just a little luck
Brother Levi waits for me
At the local 7-11
And just in case I don't make it there
Send me to redneck heaven

Take me to redneck heaven
When I′m dead and gone
Where my southern roots are buried
And Van Zandt still lives on
With some smoky pool room standing
With Jesus on the wall
Take me to redneck heaven
When the good Lord comes to call
Comes to call, comes to call

There I was walking those sawdust streets of gold
And I saw Conway Twitty and there was Keith Whitley
Before I could say Hank Williams
I turned around and I was face to face
With the king of rock and roll
You can have your streets of gold
Sawdust will do just fine
And about those singing angels
Just give me Patsy Cline

If I could only meet the king
I feel I've rolled a seven

Give me swinging doors instead of pearly gates
Take me to redneck heaven

Take me to redneck heaven
When I'm dead and gone
Where my southern roots are buried
And Van Zandt still lives on
With some smoky pool room standing
With Jesus on the wall
Take me to redneck heaven
When the good Lord comes to call
Comes to call, comes to call

Take me to redneck heaven

Hope I see you all