When I die I may not go to heaven I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't just let me go to Texas, boy Texas is as close as I've been New York couldn't hold my attention And Detroit City couldn't sing my song If tomorrow finds me busted flat in Dallas I won't care, 'cause at least I'll know I'm home When I die Well, I may not go to heaven I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't just let me go to Texas, boy Texas is as close as I've been Billy Oliver, come in Yeah, Wayne Jackson From the blue box awards Abby Brelet I'd ride through all of hell and half of Florida Just to hear Alabama sing a country song Beer just ain't as cold in old Milwaukee My money is here, but my soul's in Orlando When I die Well, I may not go to heaven But I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't just let me go to Texas, boy Texas is as close as I've been Help me out When I die (I may not go to heaven) (Well, I don't know if they let cowboys in) If they don't (Just let me go to Texas) (Texas is as close as I've been) One more time When I die I may not go to heaven (Well, I don't know if they let cowboys in) If they don't Just let me go to Texas Texas is as close as I've been You're beautiful When I die Well, I may not go to heaven, Lord Well, I don't know if they'll let my cowboys in If they don't just let me go to Texas, boy Texas is as close as I've been Texas is as close as I've been