Brad Paisley - A Man Don't Have To Die lyrics
Brad Paisley [Bradley Douglas Paisley] Glen Dale, West Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Brad Paisley - A Man Don't Have To Die lyrics]
Well he yelled out from the back
Row look here preacher man
We all know you're new here
But you need to understand
It don't really scare us when you
Yell and shake your fist
You see we already know that hell exists
It's six months short of thirty years when
The boss man lays you off
No thanking you, no parachute
And no shiny new gold watch
Its payments you can't make on a
House that you can't sell
See a man doesn't have to die to go to hell
No you don't have to die to go to hell
So tell us bout them angels and
How they fly around and sing
Tell us how to get there because
We all want to be
Resting in the arms of Jesus no
Shame or pain or tears
There's hell enough to go around down here
It's a place out by the airport where
The girls dance just for you
And all you feel is drunk and
Broke and lonely when they're through
It's waking up with nothing but
That stale tobacco smell
See a man doesn't have to die to go to hell
No you don't have to die to go to hell
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
It's every other weekend and
Wednesdays with your kid
And knowing that he'll hate you when
He finds out what you did
Because you'd all still be together if
You loved his momma well
There is no end to the stories we could tell
Yeah a man doesn't have to die to go to hell
So tell us bout them angels how
They fly around and sing
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Row look here preacher man
We all know you're new here
But you need to understand
It don't really scare us when you
Yell and shake your fist
You see we already know that hell exists
It's six months short of thirty years when
The boss man lays you off
No thanking you, no parachute
And no shiny new gold watch
Its payments you can't make on a
House that you can't sell
See a man doesn't have to die to go to hell
No you don't have to die to go to hell
So tell us bout them angels and
How they fly around and sing
Tell us how to get there because
We all want to be
Resting in the arms of Jesus no
Shame or pain or tears
There's hell enough to go around down here
It's a place out by the airport where
The girls dance just for you
And all you feel is drunk and
Broke and lonely when they're through
It's waking up with nothing but
That stale tobacco smell
See a man doesn't have to die to go to hell
No you don't have to die to go to hell
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
It's every other weekend and
Wednesdays with your kid
And knowing that he'll hate you when
He finds out what you did
Because you'd all still be together if
You loved his momma well
There is no end to the stories we could tell
Yeah a man doesn't have to die to go to hell
So tell us bout them angels how
They fly around and sing
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh