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 whiskey and the women
And carryin' on all night

So don't you wanna hear Him call your name
When you're standin' at the Pearly Gates?
I told the preacher man, "Yes I do"
But I hope they don't call today
I ain't ready

Everybody want to go to heaven
Have a mansion up above the clouds
Everybody want to go to heaven
Nobody want to go now

I said preacher maybe you didn't see me
Throw an extra twenty in the plate
That'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