Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven - George Strait

Preacher told me last Sunday mornin'

Son, you better start livin' right

You need to quit the women and whiskey

And carrying on all night

Don’t you wanna hear him call your name

When you’re standin' at the pearly gates

I told the preacher, «Yes I do»

But I hope they don’t call today

I ain’t ready

Everybody wants to go to heaven

Have a mansion high above the clouds

Everybody want to go to heaven

But nobody want to go now

Said preacher maybe you didn’t see me

Throw an extra twenty in the plate

There’s one for everything I did last night

And one to get me through today

Here’s a ten to help you remember

Next time you got the good Lord’s ear

Say I’m comin' but there ain’t no hurry

I’m havin' fun down here

Don’t you know that

Everybody wants to go to heaven

Get their wings and fly around

Everybody want to go to heaven

But nobody want to go now

Someday I want to see those streets of gold in my halo

But I wouldn’t mind waiting at least a hundred years or so

Everybody wanna go to heaven

It beats the other place there ain’t no doubt

Everybody wanna go to heaven

But nobody wanna go now

Everybody wanna go to heaven

Hallelujah, let me hear you shout

Everybody wanna go to heaven

But nobody wanna go now

I think I speak for the crowd