| Preacher told me last Sunday mornin'
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| Son, you better start livin' right
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| You need to quit the women and whiskey
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| And carrying on all night
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| Don’t you wanna hear him call your name
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| When you’re standin' at the pearly gates
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| I told the preacher, «Yes I do»
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| But I hope they don’t call today
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| I ain’t ready
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| Everybody wants to go to heaven
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| Have a mansion high above the clouds
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| Everybody want to go to heaven
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| But nobody want to go now
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| Said preacher maybe you didn’t see me
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| Throw an extra twenty in the plate
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| There’s one for everything I did last night
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| And one to get me through today
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| Here’s a ten to help you remember
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| Next time you got the good Lord’s ear
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| Say I’m comin' but there ain’t no hurry
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| I’m havin' fun down here
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| Don’t you know that
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| Everybody wants to go to heaven
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| Get their wings and fly around
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| Everybody want to go to heaven
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| But nobody want to go now
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| Someday I want to see those streets of gold in my halo
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| But I wouldn’t mind waiting at least a hundred years or so
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| Everybody wanna go to heaven
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| It beats the other place there ain’t no doubt
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| Everybody wanna go to heaven
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| But nobody wanna go now
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| Everybody wanna go to heaven
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| Hallelujah, let me hear you shout
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| Everybody wanna go to heaven
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| But nobody wanna go now
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| I think I speak for the crowd |