She`s Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To H — текст песни (George Strait)

(Dean Dillon/Charles Quillen/David Wills)

I let it all hang out last night
Come in hung over this morning
My woman met me at the door
Preaching me this warning
She said You`re gonna have to change
Your sinful way of living
She`s playing Hell
Trying to get me to Heaven

Well I promised to go to church with her
About a month of Sundays ago
And here it is, it`s Sunday again
And I ain`t been once in a row
And everytime that old church bell rings
You can hear my rod and reel singing
She`s playing Hell
Trying to get me to Heaven

She`s playing Hell
Trying to get me to Heaven
`Cause there ain`t no way
All my sins could be forgiven
There`s only Ten Commandments
But I broke at least eleven
She`s playing Hell
Trying to get me to Heaven

She went out and bought me
A Sunday go-meeting suit
And I must confess it looked pretty sharp
With my old hunting boots
But wore holes in both the knees
Trying to roll them sevens
She`s playing Hell
Trying to get me to Heaven

She`s playing Hell
Trying to get me to Heaven