George Strait She`s Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To Heaven Lyrics

She`s Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To Heaven Lyrics

I let it all hang out last night

I come in hung over this morning

My woman met me at the door

Preachin' me this warnin'



She said you're gonna have to change

Your sinful way of living

But she's playing hell

Trying to get me to heaven



Well, I promised to go to church with her

'Bout a month of Sundays ago

Well, here it is Sunday again

And I ain't been once in a row



And every time that ole church bell rings

You can hear my rod n' reel a singing

And she's playing hell

Trying to get me to heaven



She's playing hell

Trying to get me to heaven

There ain't no way

All my sins can be forgiven



There's only ten commandments

But I broke at least eleven

She's playing hell

Trying to get me to heaven



She went out and bought me

A Sunday go to meeting suit

I must confess it looked pretty sharp

With my deer hunting boots



But I wore holes in both the knees

Trying to roll them sevens

She's playing hell

Trying to get me to heaven



She's playing hell

Trying to get me to heaven