Take me to redneck heaven When I'm dead and gone Where my southern roots are buried Bandstand 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 711 But 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 Bandstand still lives on Where 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 on those Sawdust streets of gold And I saw Conway Twitty And there was Keith Willy Before I could 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'll feel I've rolled a 7 Give me swingin' 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 Bandstand still lives on Where 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 © MARK COLLIE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com