Silas Crowe - Kicked Out of Heaven

Walked up to the pearly gates Lookin’ rough as any sinner could. Saint Peter eyed my whiskey breath, Said, “Boy, this ain’t your neighborhood.” I shrugged and tipped my hat, Said, “Hell, at least let me think…” Then I leaned on that golden rail And got kicked out of heaven for askin’ for a drink. Ain’t no angels want my trouble, Ain’t no saints want my blues. If God’s takin’ roll call, I’m the one they all refuse. You can keep your holy water, It ain’t strong enough, Yeah, I got kicked out of heaven for askin’ for a drink. Hit the ground like judgment, Dust flyin’ off my coat. Devil looked me up and down, Said, “Boy, you barely float.” I told him, “Save your sermon, I already know my sins. Just point me to the bar Since heaven wouldn’t let me drink.” Ain’t no angels want my trouble, Ain’t no saints want my blues. If God’s takin’ roll call, I’m the one they all refuse. You can keep your holy water, It ain’t strong enough, Yeah, I got kicked out of heaven for askin’ for a drink. Now I’m walkin’ crooked roads, Tryin’ not to fall apart. The world keeps throwin’ punches At a fool with a busted heart. But I’ll take my damnation straight, Ain’t changin’ who I am… If heaven don’t serve whiskey, What the hell’s the point to being a saint? Ain’t no angels want my trouble, Ain’t no saints want my blues. If God’s takin’ roll call, I’m the name they all refuse. Pour another shot of nowhere, Let it burn right down the brink… Yeah, I got kicked out of heaven for askin’ for a drink.