Brad Paisley - A Man Don't Have To Die Lyrics

He yelled out from the back row, "Now look here, preacher man
We all know you're new here but you need to understand
It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist
You see, we already know that hell exists"

It's six months short of 30 years when the boss man lays you off
No thanking you, no parachute, no shiny new gold watch
It's payments that you can't make on a house that you can't sell
See, a man don't have to die to go to hell
No, you don't have to die to go to hell

So, tell us about them angels, how they fly around and sing
Tell us how to get there 'cause we all want to be
Resting in the arms of Jesus, no shame or pain or tears
There's hell enough to go around down here

It's a place out by the airport where the girls dance just for you
And all you feel is drunk and broke and lonely when they're through
It's waking up with nothing but that stale tobacco smell
See, a man don't have to die to go to hell
No, you don't have to die to go to hell

It's every other weekend and Wednesdays with your kid
Knowing that he'll hate you when he finds out what you did
'Cause you'd all still be together if you'd loved his mama well
There ain't no end to the stories we could tell
Yeah, a man don't have to die to go to hell

So tell us about them angels, how they fly around and sing