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

I let it all hang out last night
Come in hungover this morning
My woman met me at the door
Preaching me this warning
Said "you're going to have to change
Your sinful ways of living"
She's playing hell trying to get me to heaven

I promised to go to church with her
About a month of Sundays ago
Well here it is Sunday again and I
Ain't been once in a row
Every time that old church bell rings you
Can hear my rod and reel 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
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