Sig Paulson: Music

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“Your Heaven”… To all religious solicitors and prognosticators… God and I made a deal a long time ago. I’ll do the best I can and he’ll forgive me when I screw up. So if he’s got a place for you where I can’t get in, he must have known I wouldn’t enjoy myself there anyway.

Your Heaven

1. I woke up in the station, heard the train whistle whine
Bleary eyed and blinkin’ in the cold light of day
Station master said, “I believe they left you behind"
I said I don’t know where I’m headed, I guess I really don’t mind

2. He said “You’re goin’ nowhere boy and getting’ there fast”
“Imagine that I said, I’m in the same place as you”
He said “But my reward’s in heaven, and my bags are packed”
But that train’s for the chosen, so don’t even ask

Chorus… Oh hell I guess your heaven, and mine ain’t the same
You’ve got a fence around yours, mine’s an open range
Oh hell I guess your heaven ain’t the place for me
There ain’t a lock on mine,
but somehow… you think you’ve got the key

3. Well, I ain’t afraid of dyin’, it’s a natural fact
But I’m kind of scared you think it’s up for you to decide
My final destination, or if my train’s on track
‘Cause where we’re all headed I don’t think we can know it exact

Chorus... You can have your heaven; I won’t be takin’ that line
It sounds a little stuffy, there’s a party in mine
Oh hell I guess your heaven ain’t the place for me
There ain’t a lock on mine,
but somehow… you think you’ve got the key

Chorus... You got a strange salvation needs an engraved invitation, I’ll pass
I can only hope that mine might have a little more class
Oh hell I guess your heaven ain’t the place for me
There ain’t a lock on mine,
but somehow… you think you’ve got the key
There ain’t a lock on mine,
but somehow… you think you’ve got the key