Lyrics

He went to heaven with a rifle at a
ripe old age.
He brought his own whiskey, he heard
they only served lemonade, and when
he met God, he said, "I hope the missus
gets here, cuz I miss her kisses and her
homemade beer."

When Lazarus was called back, they asked him
how it had been.
He looked at them sadly, I think he missed
his new friends.
When Lazarus made it home for good at
a ripe old age, he said, "No more tricks now,
I'm here to stay. Hand me my lemonade."

It was a funny day, the one that you went away.
Clear, but a storm fell right down my throat
when you pulled up and left a hole,
the size of you,
the size of you....

He went to heaven with a rifle at a ripe old age.
He brought his own whiskey, he heard they
only served lemonade.
When he met God, he said, "I hope the missus gets here, cuz I miss her kisses and her
homemade beer."