| Song | Redneck Heaven |
| Artist | Billy Ray Cyrus |
| Album | Storm in the Heartland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Collie, Cyrus, Sagraves ... | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I'm dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| With some smoky pool room standing | |
| 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 riding 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 at the local 7-11 | |
| But just in case I don't make it there | |
| Send me to Redneck heaven | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I'm dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| Where some smoky pool room standing | |
| With Jesus on the wall | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When the good Lord comes to call | |
| (comes to call, comes to call) | |
| There I was on those sawdust streets of gold | |
| And I saw Conway Twitty and there was Keith Willy | |
| 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 will 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 | |
| Give me swingin doors instead of pearly gates | |
| Take me to redneck heaven! | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I'm dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| Where some smoky pool room standing | |
| With Jesus on the wall | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When the good Lord comes to call | |
| (comes to call, comes to call) | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| Hope I see you all... |
| zuo ci : Collie, Cyrus, Sagraves ... | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I' m dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| With some smoky pool room standing | |
| 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 riding 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 at the local 711 | |
| But just in case I don' t make it there | |
| Send me to Redneck heaven | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I' m dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| Where some smoky pool room standing | |
| With Jesus on the wall | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When the good Lord comes to call | |
| comes to call, comes to call | |
| There I was on those sawdust streets of gold | |
| And I saw Conway Twitty and there was Keith Willy | |
| 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 will 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 | |
| Give me swingin doors instead of pearly gates | |
| Take me to redneck heaven! | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I' m dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| Where some smoky pool room standing | |
| With Jesus on the wall | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When the good Lord comes to call | |
| comes to call, comes to call | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| Hope I see you all... |
| zuò cí : Collie, Cyrus, Sagraves ... | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I' m dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| With some smoky pool room standing | |
| 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 riding 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 at the local 711 | |
| But just in case I don' t make it there | |
| Send me to Redneck heaven | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I' m dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| Where some smoky pool room standing | |
| With Jesus on the wall | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When the good Lord comes to call | |
| comes to call, comes to call | |
| There I was on those sawdust streets of gold | |
| And I saw Conway Twitty and there was Keith Willy | |
| 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 will 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 | |
| Give me swingin doors instead of pearly gates | |
| Take me to redneck heaven! | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When I' m dead and gone | |
| Where my southern roots are buried | |
| Bandstand still lives on | |
| Where some smoky pool room standing | |
| With Jesus on the wall | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| When the good Lord comes to call | |
| comes to call, comes to call | |
| Take me to redneck heaven | |
| Hope I see you all... |