Gotta Go To Heaven by Josh Thompson Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Spent the last year in a bottle
Blamin' God for everything
If she could see the shape I'm in
She'd be so ashamed
Stumbled in a church last Sunday mornin'
A preacher preachin' 'bout redemption
While I heard it all before
This time I finally listened
[Chorus]
I just gotta go to Heaven
If I'm going to see her again
Hell, I'll fight the devil
'Til St. Peter lets me in
From here on out it's straight and narrow
A little more King James and no Jim Beam
I just gotta go to Heaven
'Cause she's there waiting on me
[Verse 2]
Been livin' my life like there's no tomorrow
Oh and praying that there's not
But this road to hell that I been on
Keeps pushin' us further apart
I know guys like me, they seldom make it
Oh, past those shiny gates
But I swear one day I'll walk those streets of gold
Looking for her angel face
I'm gonna change
[Chorus]
I just gotta go to Heaven
If I'm going to see her again
Hell, I'll fight the devil
'Til St. Peter lets me in
From here on out it's straight and narrow
A little more King James and no Jim Beam
I just gotta go to Heaven
'Cause she's there waiting on me
Spent the last year in a bottle
Blamin' God for everything
If she could see the shape I'm in
She'd be so ashamed
Stumbled in a church last Sunday mornin'
A preacher preachin' 'bout redemption
While I heard it all before
This time I finally listened
[Chorus]
I just gotta go to Heaven
If I'm going to see her again
Hell, I'll fight the devil
'Til St. Peter lets me in
From here on out it's straight and narrow
A little more King James and no Jim Beam
I just gotta go to Heaven
'Cause she's there waiting on me
[Verse 2]
Been livin' my life like there's no tomorrow
Oh and praying that there's not
But this road to hell that I been on
Keeps pushin' us further apart
I know guys like me, they seldom make it
Oh, past those shiny gates
But I swear one day I'll walk those streets of gold
Looking for her angel face
I'm gonna change
[Chorus]
I just gotta go to Heaven
If I'm going to see her again
Hell, I'll fight the devil
'Til St. Peter lets me in
From here on out it's straight and narrow
A little more King James and no Jim Beam
I just gotta go to Heaven
'Cause she's there waiting on me