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 St. 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 St. Peter at the gate
When I came home from a long day of working at the prison
I found my woman, she's not around
She's down at Dahlia's corner, playing cards and drinking (hm-hm-hm)
Or sitting in the cars, singing Dixie with the boys (hm-hm-hm)
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 St. Peter at the gate
Can I take my gun up to heaven?
Can I take my gun up to heaven?
Can I take my gun up to heaven?
Can I take my gun up to heaven?
Can I take my gun up to heaven?
