Maybe this′ll cheer you up, Vance
If you want to clink your silver spurs upon the golden stairs
You've got to change your way, my brother
You′ve got to change your way of living, less taking, more giving
If you want to clink your silver spurs upon the golden stairs
That means you, mister, that means you
Mister, that means me and everybody's got to share
You can't be the Devil′s rooter, got to be a square shooter
If you want to clink your silver spurs upon the golden stairs
If you want to clink your silver spurs upon the golden stairs
You′ve got to ride the right road, brother
Make your sins all skedaddle, get old Satan out of your saddle
If you want to clink your silver spurs upon the golden stairs
That means you, mister, that means you
Mister, that means me and everybody's got to share
You can′t be the Devil's rooter, got to be a square shooter
If you want to clink your silver spurs upon the golden stairs
Writer(s): Cindy Walker, Gene Autry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
