| I know heavens got a pearly gate someday I’ll be walking through
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| The streets are made of gold I hear the sun shines down each avenue
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| On every corner there’s a smiling face, not a soul with a troubled mind
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| Still I hope there’d be a place up there a guy like me can find
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| A steel guitar whinin', a lonesome fiddle cryin'
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| Neon softly shining over in a corner booth
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| So many nights that jukebox was my only friend
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| When I get to heaven will I ever hear a country song again
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| I was so far gone down a one-way track, a lost cause of a misspent youth
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| But I was born again by the dashboard sound of a three chord song with a ring
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| of truth
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| Now I’m not the man in charge I know it’s not my call
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| But surely you’ve got room enough for one little hole in the wall
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| With a steel guitar whinin', a lonesome fiddle cryin'
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| Neon softly shining over in a corner booth
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| So many nights that jukebox was my only friend
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| When I get to heaven will I ever hear a country song again
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| There’s not much here I’m gonna miss
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| Lord please forgive me if I wish
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| To take a few things with me when I go
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| Like a steel guitar whinin', a lonesome fiddle cryin'
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| Neon softly shining over in a corner booth
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| So many nights that jukebox was my only friend
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| When I get to heaven will I ever hear a country song again
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| When I get to heaven, I hope I hear those country songs again |