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