Don't Hurry for Heaven

I don’t believe that you should believe in heaven anymore.
The way that you’re going, I’m afraid of you floating away.
And if it’s forever, then you’ve got forever to get there.
Don’t hurry for heaven while I’m taking care of you here.

Baby, you’ve got a body worth more than it’s lot of admiring.
I’m talking studies and statues, I’ve not found a match for you yet.
But if you keep on living like you been living, darling, who’s to say?
Don’t hurry for heaven. Don’t hurry away.

Tell it on the mountain. Tell it ‘cross the sea, boy.
Tell ‘em all you’re coming home to me.

I’ve heard that the curves of a guitar are like the curves of a woman.
And you can tell a true player by his want to get better, they say.
So if you love me even half as much as you love your old Martin,
You should be practicing on me just about every day.

Tell it on the mountain. Tell it ‘cross the sea, boy.
Tell ‘em all you’re coming home to me.