| Take me to redneck heaven when I’m dead and gone
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| Where my southern roots are buried and Van Zandt still lives on
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| Where some Smokey poolroom’s standing with Jesus on the wall
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| Take me to redneck heaven when the good Lord comes to call
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| Comes to call comes to call
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| Mother Mary riding proud on the dashboard of my truck
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| To remind me to count my blessings and to pray for just a little luck
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| Brother Levi waits for me and the local seven eleven
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| Just in case I don’t make it there send me to redneck heaven
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| There I was walking' on the sawdust streets of gold
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| And I saw Conway Twitty and there was Keith Whitley
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| Before I could say Hank Williams I turned around
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| And I was face to face with the king of rock and roll
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| You can have your streets of gold sawdust’ll do just fine
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| And about those singing angels just give me Patsy Cline
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| If I could only meet the king I’ll feel I’ve rolled a seven
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| Gimme swinging doors instead of pearly gates take me to redneck heaven |