Drinking Margaritas With The Lord

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4:06

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Drinkin’ margaritas with the lord Lyrics & Music by George Douglas Lee © Copyright 2008, G. D. Lee There’s trouble in the garden, paradise went down the tubes Everything’s a crisis, ain’t nothing but bad news Floods and global warming, you’d think the end is near Can’t afford to eat or drive, what am I doing here? I’d like to believe that I could pack my soul and leave And be drinking margaritas with the Lord Drinking margaritas with the Lord, yeah It’s always happy hour in Heaven’s bar Playin’ poker with the angels high above this dirty world And drinking margaritas with the Lord I went begging at the bank, just to fill up my gas tank Then give my meager paycheck to the grocery store I’m treading water, stayin’ poor, spending less and working more, I’m ready to retire, can’t take no more! The way things are today, if I could have my way I’d be drinking margaritas with the Lord Drinking margaritas with the Lord It’s always happy hour in Heaven’s bar Playin’ poker with the angels high above this dirty world Drinking margaritas with the Lord I heard a voice, clear and thin, Like the e string on a violin The voice said to me, hey, what’s it gonna be? You gonna stay down there, or come up here with me? I’m gonna check out of the rat race, take a break at Heaven’s bar The golden arch at Beverly Drive and Wilshire Boulevard Your tab runs for eternity, you’re at peace and never bored Drinking margaritas with the Lord Drinking margaritas with the Lord It’s always happy hour at Heaven’s Bar Playin’ poker with the angels high above this dirty world And drinking margaritas with the Lord Drinking margaritas with the Lord (Repeat…) It’s always happy hour at Heaven’s Bar Playin’ poker with the angels high above this dirty world And drinking margaritas with the Lord