Preacher told me last Sunday mornin`
Son, you better start livin` right
You need to quit the women and whiskey
And carrying on all night



Don`t you wanna hear him call your name
When you`re standin` at the pearly gates
I told the preacher, "Yes I do"
But I hope they don`t call today
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I ain`t ready
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Said preacher maybe you didn`t see me
Throw an extra twenty in the plate
There`s one for everything I did last night
And one to get me through today
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Here`s a ten to help you remember
Next time you got the good Lord`s ear
Say I`m comin` but there ain`t no hurry
I`m havin` fun down here





Don`t you know that
Everybody wants to go to heaven
Get their wings and fly around


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Everybody want to go to heaven
But nobody want to go now
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Someday I want to see those streets of gold in my halo
But I wouldn`t mind waitin` at least a hundred years or so
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Everybody wanna go to heaven
It beats the other place there ain`t no doubt

Everybody wanna go to heaven
But nobody wanna go now
I think I speak for the crowd

~Song by Kenny Chesney~