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