I'll feel I've rolled a 7
When the good Lord comes to call
On the dashboard of my truck
Take me to redneck heaven
If I could only meet the king
And to pray for just a little luck
With Jesus on the wall
When the good Lord comes to call
Take me to redneck heaven
Where some smoky pool room standing
Where my southern roots are buried
When the good Lord comes to call
Bandstand still lives on
(Comes to call, comes to call)
Take me to redneck heaven
Where my southern roots are buried
Where some smoky pool room standing
With Jesus on the wall
Sawdust will do just fine
With the king of rock and roll
Take me to redneck heaven
Take me to redneck heaven
To remind me to count my blessings
(Comes to call, comes to call)
You can have your streets of gold
Send me to redneck heaven
Take me to redneck heaven
Just give me Patsy Cline
(Comes to call, comes to call)
When I'm dead and gone
Sawdust streets of gold
With some smoky pool room standing
Bandstand still lives on
With Jesus on the wall
Take me to redneck heaven
Mother Mary riding proud
There I was on those
Where my southern roots are buried
Bandstand still lives on
I turned around and I was face to face
And there was Keith Willy
And about those singing angels
Give me swingin' doors instead of pearly gates
But just in case I don't make it there
Before I could Hank Williams
Brother Levi waits for me at the local 711
When I'm dead and gone
And I saw Conway Twitty
