Lyrics Ry Cooder – Steel Guitar Heaven

I want to go to steel guitar heaven
That’s the only resting place for me
I want to go to steel guitar Heaven
There’s a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see

Well, folks, I think the good Lord must love steel players, He’s made so many of them
Matter of fact, He’s still trying
But the good Lord knows that the steel player’s life on Earth isn’t often easy
So He’s set aside a little corner of Heaven, custom made, just for you
First thing you’ll notice, there’s always plenty of courteous free parking
And don’t it just seem like that old triple-neck ain’t near as heavy as it used to be?
Step inside, and you’ll find the walls are covered in real knotty pine
And just take a gander at all that luxurious hi-lo shag, continuous filament
Nylon-pile, wall-to-wall carpeting. Our Lord chose green-and-gold, my personal favourite
The tables and chairs are upholstered in genuine naugahyde, and here our Lord chose red, I think it’s appropriate
There’s always a lot of cowboy carrying on up on the bandstand
And you’re bound to hear some old familiar voices calling, man, look who’s here, come on up and sit on in
It’s C6th day again

You can’t get fired up in Heaven
Your union card’s all paid