Steel Guitar Heaven - Ry Cooder

I want to go to steel guitar heaven

That’s the only resting place for me

I want to go to steel guitar Heaven

There’s a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see

Like Joaquin Murphy and Jimmy Day

Shake hands with Speedy and shout hooray

That’s steel guitar heaven to me

I heard about steel guitar heaven

I’m going when I die

I heard Paul Bixby’s been waiting

He’s 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 don’t think it’s ready!

That’s steel guitar heaven to me

Well, folks, I think the good Lord must love steel players, He’s made so many

of them

Matter of fact, He’s still trying

But the good Lord knows that the steel player’s life on Earth isn’t often easy

So He’s set aside a little corner of Heaven, custom made, just for you

First thing you’ll notice, there’s always plenty of courteous free parking

And don’t it just seem like that old triple-neck ain’t near as heavy as it used

to be?

Step inside, and you’ll 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 it’s appropriate

There’s always a lot of cowboy carrying on up on the bandstand, and you’re

bound to hear some old familiar voices calling, man, look who’s here,

come on up and sit on in. It’s C6th day again

You can’t get fired up in Heaven

Your union card’s all paid

There ain’t no bosses up in heaven

I heard Spade Cooley didn’t make the grade

Everybody’s 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

That’s steel guitar Heaven to me