Alright
Jackson Lee
3:11When I'm smoking alone, my hand still goes to pass it to you Thinking that you be sipping for the groove, oh, we know that I hold you for two But mama still cryin' an' daddy's real quiet, I guess that's how this goes But I'm looking for a goose staring at the moon, this is all I hope I hope there's a place up in heaven Marlboro man Shoot the shit and talk about getting gone Stand where George Jones, Hank, Johnny Cash playing, the air smells of St. Hampton I hope you got you a beer in your hand singing Simple Man Girl you're a rug on an old dance floor 'Cause when you're raising your hell up there I hope it takes you right back to the hell we raised back home We were out there tonight, two party girls on it left alone Anytime we walked in a room then we knew pretty soon we would take it home Haven't it been so long since you went and gone An' I'm sure that don't sound right But part of me left on the same night you did Now give it back when you see it But I hope there's a place up in heaven Where cowboys listen to stories about the house and the loaves A stage where Twitty and Jennings Has everybody yelling them songs that always make us feel great I hope you got you a cowboy killer Give me three steps of mist, just playing lighter than you've ever heard before And when you're raising your hell up there I hope you tell them all about the hell we raised back home The hell we raised back home I still raise a little hell every now and then I get to thinking about a long lost friend 'Cause I know you wouldn't want me to cry 'cause you're gone But you touched to the time that we had when you were But I hope there's a place up in heaven where Marlboro men Shoot the shit and talk about getting gone A stage where George Jones, Hank, Johnny Cash playing, the air smells of St. Hampton I hope you find you a honky-tonk game Got her wrapped around you finger and her smile takes you back where you're from And when you're loving a girl up there, oh I hope you tell her it's safe for her to hear About the hell we raised back home