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 it self 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