Heaven Sittin' Down - Roy Rogers, Norton Buffalo

O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down

I wish the road we were taking

Wasn’t made for breaking down

I wish those nights of pleasure

And those days of pain

Weren’t so tightly bound

And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down

They done kept me out here on this road so long

Ah, my babe back home she finally said, «So long!»

I try to call her on some old foreign telephone

But she is not around

And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down

O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down

I wish the road we were taking

Wasn’t made for breaking down

I wish those nights of pleasure

And those days of pain

Weren’t so tightly bound

And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down

I have been out here so long baby my back and my shoulders are tired

And my mind, though sound, has found itself so wired

But the wheels on this old thing

They keep turning around and around

And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down

O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down

I wish the road we were taking

Wasn’t made for breaking down

I wish these nights of pleasure

And those days of pain

Weren’t so tightly bound

And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down

O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down