Can I Take My Gun Up To Heaven?
Cracker
Can I take my gun up to heaven?
You know she’s always been by my side
So can I take my gun up to heaven?
I’ll check it with Saint Peter at the gate
And if I had a woman that was faithful
Or even kind some of the time,
I’d drag her on up to the gates of heaven
Or follow her right down to the gates of hell
So can I take my gun up to heaven?
You know she’s always been by my side
So can I take my gun up to heaven?
I’ll check it with Saint Peter at the gate
When I come home from a long day,
a-working at the prison,
I find my woman–she’s not around.
She’s down at Dahlie’s corner,
a-playing cards and drinking.
Or sitting on the cars,
singing Dixie with the boys
So, can I take my gun up to heaven?
You know she’s always been by my side
So can I take my gun up to heaven?
I’ll check it with Saint Peter at the gate
Can I take my gun up to heaven?