you reckon the Lord really got all those
kingdoms, fer every god-fearing man (’n woman)?
say, will He really pull out them trumpets? christ!
i tell you what, i’d want to see it for myself,
if angels came fer every ‘ne of tha believers.
honestly, i wouldn’t even know what’d I’d think,
if the big man up in paradise came down one day.
outta nowhere, just for us cowpokes.
reins thrown ‘side, hell am i gonna do?
(maybe you an’ i will get our own ranches.
is it too much to ask that they be side by side?
shit, guess i been listening to that damned
radio too much. it’da be a helluva lot better to be a lamb,
i know damn well them fellers don’t think about none like that.)
what a sight it’d be, to see you an’ me,
reaching that big reality tv show in the sky.
your back carved with muscles that come from horse chasin’,
my hair curling to match yours, as we turn to each other.
give it a lick and a promise, stetsons to our chests;
smiles hidden out of habit, outstretched like god to adam.
please, though i wont never ask nowhere but in my dreams,
look at me the way you look at them prairies.
with poorly masked tenderness.
whether in heaven or down here. on earth.
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