I want to go to steel guitar heaven
Thats the only resting place for me
I want to go to steel guitar Heaven
Theres a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see
Like Joaquin Murphy and Jimmy Day
Shake hands with Speedy and shout hooray
Thats steel guitar heaven to me
I heard about steel guitar heaven
Im going when I die
I heard Paul Bixbys been waiting
Hes got something new that he wants me to try
Lt turns itself on and tells you a joke
Lights you a drink and pours you a smoke
Paul I dont think its ready!
Thats steel guitar heaven to me
Well, folks, I think the good Lord must love steel players, Hes made so many of them
Matter of fact, Hes still trying.
But the good Lord knows that the steel players life on Earth isnt often easy,
So Hes set aside a little corner of Heaven, custom made, just for you.
First thing youll notice, theres always plenty of courteous free parking
And dont it just seem like that old triple-neck aint near as heavy as it used to be?
Step inside, and youll find the walls are covered in real knotty pine,
And just take a gander at all that luxurious hi-lo shag, continuous filament,
Nylon-pile, wall-to-wall carpeting. Our Lord chose green-and-gold, my personal favourite.
The tables and chairs are upholstered in genuine naugahyde, and here our Lord chose red, I think its appropriate.
Theres always a lot of cowboy carrying on up on the bandstand, and youre bound to hear some old familiar voices calling, man, look whos here, come on up and sit on in. Its C6th day again.
You cant get fired up in Heaven
Your union cards all paid
There aint no bosses up in heaven
I heard Spade Cooley didnt make the grade
Everybodys got a Story up in Heaven
Some we all know well
All steel players go to Heaven
Some just go through hell
But the Good Lord loves each and every one
When your ragtime cowboy days are done
Come up to steel guitar Heaven with me
Thats steel guitar Heaven to me.