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I sure do like these Friday nights in Nashville
Where by God country music's still the king
Steel guitars and bars stocked full of whiskey
Feels like living right and being free
When I die I wanna go to honky tonk heaven
Where the angels wear bright white wings and ol blue jeans
Neon signs shinin like lower Broadway
Till I get there I'll be right here in Tennessee
Id like to buy a shot for Hank and Waylon
For all the shots that tip jar bought for me
I could go a couple rounds with Johnny
Dancing on the edge of that fiery ring
When I die I wanna go to honky tonk heaven
Where the angels wear bright white wings and ol blue jeans
Neon signs shinin like lower Broadway
Till I get there I'll be right here in Tennessee
Please turn your jukebox hymnals to B7
And drop in every quarter you can find
That bar stool pew tucked way back in the corner
Is where I'm gonna sit till closing time
When I die I wanna go to honky tonk heaven
Where the angels wear bright white wings and ol blue jeans
Neon signs shinin like lower Broadway
Till I get there I'll be right here in Tennessee
Oh till I get there I'll be right here in Tennessee