Karaoké Neon Grave Tyler Braden

If I can't go to heaven bury me in a neon grave

Carve my name in a honky tonk headstone right there where I lay

Let that Lynchburg River haul my soul away

If I can't go to heaven bury me in a neon grave

Where the band don't stop and the girls all dance

Where the long necks don't get hot in our hands

The bar keeps doublin' down on doubles

It ain't hard to find a little trouble

Where the clock keeps goin' but it don't keep time

The good Lord's willin' and the sun don't rise

If I can't go to heaven I say

Bury me, bury me, bury me in a neon grave

Hand me Lord Your angels with whiskey on their wings

If I can't cross the Jordan to go and see my King

Plop me here by the jukebox where I can hear ol' Diffie sing and hand me Lord Your angels with whiskey on their wings

Where the band don't stop and the girls all dance

Where the long necks don't get hot in our hands

The bar keeps doublin' down on doubles

It ain't hard to find a little trouble

Where the clock keeps goin' but it don't keep time

The good Lord's willin' and the sun don't rise

If I can't go to heaven I say

Bury me, bury me, bury me in a neon grave

Woah oh in a neon grave

Where the light's down low and the smoke is thick

Where the open sign is always lit

If I can't go to heaven bury me

Where the band don't stop and the girls all dance

Where the long necks don't get hot in our hands

The bar keeps doublin' down on doubles

It ain't hard to find a little trouble

Where the clock keeps goin' but it don't keep time

The good Lord's willin' and the sun don't rise

If I can't go to heaven I say

Bury me, bury me, bury me in a neon grave

Woah in a neon grave

Bury me, bury me, bury me in a neon grave

Woah in a neon grave