George Strait — She’s Playing Hell Trying to Get Me to Heaven

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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