Oh, You Can't Get To Heaven

Words & Music:

Traditional American

Obviously, the chorus to this is lifted from "Down By The Riverside".  It seems to be a later addition to the call & response tune, since the original tune can stand alone without it.

 

CALL:                                    RESPONSE:

       D

Oh, the preacher went down                Oh, the preacher went down

       G         D

To the cellar to pray                     To the cellar to pray

   A7

He fell asleep                            He fell asleep

       D

And he stayed all day                     And he stayed all day

        G                         D

Oh, the preacher went down to the cellar to pray

   A7                 D

He fell asleep and he stayed all day.

              G         A7      D

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:  [both parts together]

              G

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

              D

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

              A7                D

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

Oh, you can't get to heaven               Oh, you can't get to heaven 

In a putt-putt car                        In a putt-putt car

'Cause a putt-putt car                    'Cause a putt-putt car

Won't go that far                         Won't go that far

Oh, you can't get to heaven in a putt-putt car

'Cause a putt-putt car won't go that far.

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:

 

Oh, you can't get to heaven               Oh, you can't get to heaven 

On roller skates                          On roller skates

'Cause you'll roll right by               'Cause you'll roll right by

Those pearly gates                        Those pearly gates

Oh, you can't get to heaven on roller skates

'Cause you'll roll right by those pearly gates

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:

 

If you get there                          If you get there

Before I do                               Before I do

Please bore a hole                        Please bore a hole

And pull me through                       And pull me through


If you get there before I do.

Please bore a hole and pull me through.

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:

 

Oh, you can't get to heaven               Oh, you can't get to heaven 

In a trolley car                          In a trolley car 

'Cause a trolley car                      'Cause a trolley car

Won't go that far                         Won't go that far 

Oh, you can't get to heaven in a trolley car

'Cause a trolley car won't go that far.

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:

 

Oh, you can't get to heaven               Oh, you can't get to heaven 

In a rocket ship                          In a rocket ship

'Cause a rocket ship                      'Cause a rocket ship

Won't make the trip!                      Won't make the trip!

Oh, you can't get to heaven in a rocket ship,

'Cause a rocket ship won't make the trip.

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:

 

Oh, you can't get to heaven               Oh, you can't get to heaven 

On a pair of skis,                        On a pair of skis, 

'Cause you'll schuss right through        'Cause you'll schuss right through 

St. Peter's knees                         St. Peter's knees 

Oh, you can't get to heaven on a pair of skis,

'Cause you'll schuss right through St.Peter's knees.

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:

 

Oh, you can't get to heaven               Oh, you can't get to heaven 

In a limousine                            In a limousine 

'Cause the Lord don't sell                'Cause the Lord don't sell

No gasoline                               No gasoline 

Oh, you can't get to heaven in a limousine,

'Cause the Lord don't sell no gasoline.

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:

 

Oh, you can't get to heaven               Oh, you can't get to heaven 

With Superman.                            With Superman .

'Cause the Lord, He is                    'Cause the Lord, He is  

A Batman fan.                             A Batman fan.

Oh, you can't get to heaven with Superman

'Cause the Lord, he is a Batman fan.

I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

 

CHORUS:

 

The provenance of the attached easy arrangement of this is unknown.  It is part of a collection that people gave me over the years.  Please inform me if you know it.





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