Heavens To Betsy (Live At The Ryman)
Jackson Dean
3:44Who knows if those roads Are really made of miles of gold Or if the pearly gates even have a key? Well, I'm just a man and men sin Are they even gonna let me in? I can't really say, but if they left it up to me Heaven, Heaven Would get me weak like a sunday choir, choir Heaven, Heaven, Heaven Would get me on my knees like a ring of fire It would taste a little bit like sugar It would hit me like a stone-cold truth If I'da been God, I woulda made Heaven, Heaven Feel something like you Well, my soul has been cold Now it's burning and I lost control Funny how the truth can feel like fire Well, there's your hands to my skin One touch closer to the promised land Every kiss is a color just taking me to the light Heaven, Heaven, Heaven Would get me weak like a sunday choir Heaven Would get me on my knees like a ring of fire It would taste a little bit like sugar It would hit me like a stone-cold truth If I'da been God, I woulda made Heaven, Heaven Feel something like you Take me to the blue skies Take me some place I've never been Take me to the other side I wanna feel your skin again Taking me to Heaven Get me weak like a sunday choir Heaven, Heaven Would get me on my knees like a ring of fire It would taste a little bit like sugar It would hit me like a stone-cold truth If I'da been God, I woulda made Heaven, Heaven Feel something like you Hey, hey Heaven, Heaven, Heaven Feel something like you Feel something like you