She's Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To Heaven Lyrics
| Song | She's Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To Heaven |
| Artist | George Strait |
| Album | Strait Country |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dillon, Quillen, Wils | |
| I let it all hang out last night | |
| Come in hung over this morning | |
| My woman met me at the door | |
| Preaching me this warning | |
| She said "You're gonna have to change | |
| Your sinful way of living" | |
| She's playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| Well I promised to go to church with her | |
| About a month of Sundays ago | |
| And here it is, it's Sunday again | |
| And I ain't been once in a row | |
| And everytime that old church bell rings | |
| You can hear my rod and reel singing | |
| She's playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She's playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| 'Cause there ain't no way | |
| All my sins could be forgiven | |
| There's only Ten Commandments | |
| But I broke at least eleven | |
| She's playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She went out and bought me | |
| A Sunday go-meeting suit | |
| And I must confess it looked pretty sharp | |
| With my old hunting boots | |
| But I wore holes in both the knees | |
| Trying to roll them sevens | |
| She's playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She's playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven... |
| zuo ci : Dillon, Quillen, Wils | |
| I let it all hang out last night | |
| Come in hung over this morning | |
| My woman met me at the door | |
| Preaching me this warning | |
| She said " You' re gonna have to change | |
| Your sinful way of living" | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| Well I promised to go to church with her | |
| About a month of Sundays ago | |
| And here it is, it' s Sunday again | |
| And I ain' t been once in a row | |
| And everytime that old church bell rings | |
| You can hear my rod and reel singing | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| ' Cause there ain' t no way | |
| All my sins could be forgiven | |
| There' s only Ten Commandments | |
| But I broke at least eleven | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She went out and bought me | |
| A Sunday gomeeting suit | |
| And I must confess it looked pretty sharp | |
| With my old hunting boots | |
| But I wore holes in both the knees | |
| Trying to roll them sevens | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven... |
| zuò cí : Dillon, Quillen, Wils | |
| I let it all hang out last night | |
| Come in hung over this morning | |
| My woman met me at the door | |
| Preaching me this warning | |
| She said " You' re gonna have to change | |
| Your sinful way of living" | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| Well I promised to go to church with her | |
| About a month of Sundays ago | |
| And here it is, it' s Sunday again | |
| And I ain' t been once in a row | |
| And everytime that old church bell rings | |
| You can hear my rod and reel singing | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| ' Cause there ain' t no way | |
| All my sins could be forgiven | |
| There' s only Ten Commandments | |
| But I broke at least eleven | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She went out and bought me | |
| A Sunday gomeeting suit | |
| And I must confess it looked pretty sharp | |
| With my old hunting boots | |
| But I wore holes in both the knees | |
| Trying to roll them sevens | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven | |
| She' s playing Hell | |
| Trying to get me to Heaven... |
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