Scott H. Biram Gotta Get To Heaven
Gotta Get to Heaven – Scott H Biram
It's a terrible time for a mean old man
Gotta get to heaven just as fast as you can
Long time forgotten bout the good old days
When a nail and a hammer got a poor man paid
Livin in a whorehouse sleepin with sin
It's a whole lotta trouble and a bottle of gin
Gotta get a hold on a good way to feel
Pushes and pulls of the drivin wheel
Getting hard on the hands of a long time man
Gotta get to heaven just as fast as you can
Come on……oh hallelujah
I said Lord won't you take me down to the river
And drown me in your blood
Baby don't you worry bout my soul on fire in the morning
People can't you see my tortured soul
When I'm wrestling with the Devil's love
Ridin in the wake of a terrible wind
On the crest of a holy flood
Well hallelujah
Well they used to think Jesus was the easy way out
If you wanna be a preacher you betta learn how to shout
Well the word of the Lord's not a delicate thing
With your hands in the air and you're making them sing
And you're waitin in the river with em gathered around
Wash away their troubles as you're holdin them down
Then you're standin in the grass when the wind starts to blow
Another good man gone and his soul is flown
Slow ride to heaven from a hole in the ground
And you tell how you see it as they lower him down
And you speak about the ghost and the life of a man
Yeah you gotta get to heaven just as fast as you can
Well come on…..hallelujah
I said Lord won't you take me down to the river
And drown me in your blood
Baby don't you worry bout my soul on fire in the morning
People can't you see my tortured soul
When I'm wrestling with the Devil's love
Ridin on the wake of a terrible wind
On the crest of a holy flood
Well hallelujah