You can't have shade if you don't have trees
And you can't learn to run without skinning your knees
You can't make bread without yeast to leaven
And you can't court your sweetheart in heaven
Oh you can't swim a lap in a dry creek bed
And you can't think a thought with a hole in your head
You can't buy a horse if no one's selling
And you can't court your sweetheart in heaven
There's no carriage rides, no boxes of chocolates
no holding hands or kisses on the lips
There's no valentines or gifts so floral
when you're up in heaven and she's corporeal
Oh you you'll never live to a ripe old age
If you're walking round in fits of rage
If you love your gal don't be forgetting
That you can't court your sweetheart in heaven
Oh you can't drink whiskey from an empty bottle
And you can't wear a noose and not get throttled
You can't count a week without counting seven
And you can't court your sweetheart in heaven
You can't kick a stump without jamming your toe
and you can't lose a fight if you don't even show
How you're gonna look there's just no tellin'
but you can't court your sweetheart in heaven
Your girl won't be around to hug you tight
Or in your bed to keep you warm at night
No sweet nothings whispered in your ear
If you're up in heaven and she's down here
Oh you you'll never live to a ripe old age
If you're walking round in fits of rage
If you love your gal don't be forgetting
That you can't court your sweetheart in heaven
You can't read a book without opening your eyes
You can't milk a bull without gettin' a surprise
Some count to ten, you should count eleven
Because you can't court your sweetheart in heaven
You can't get water if you don't have a well
and if you catch a bullet you'll really catch hell
Ask John, Kitt, Brian, Sarah, Collin or Kevin
You can't court your sweetheart in heaven
You may be mad but there's no use
to go setting your big irons loose
You may be right but no one fails
when you holster your guns and cool heads prevail
Oh you you'll never live to a ripe old age
If you're walking round in fits of rage
If you love your gal don't be forgetting
You can't court your sweetheart in heaven
You can't court your sweetheart in heaven!
credits
from Skin Your Smokewagon,
released June 28, 2018
Lyrics - C. Conoley
Music - Porkchop Express
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