George Strait - She's Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To Heaven lyrics

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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 Dillon you're gonna have to change

Your sinful way of living

But she's playing hell

Trying to get me to heaven

Oh I promised to go to church with her

'Bout a month of Sundays ago

Well here it is Sunday again

I ain't been once in a row

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

They say 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 got to meeting suti

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

Repeat chorus

Yes she's playing hell trying to get me to heaven