Well I was caught up with myself
On the highway at night
Drivin like a bat outta hell
When I beheld an amazing sight
It was a lonely apparition
By the roadside standing there
With his thumb out in the wilderness
And a halo in his hair

Chorus:
He said "Gimme a ride to heaven boy
I'll Show you paradise
Yeah gimme a ride to heaven boy
My name is Jesus Christ"


So I come screeching to a halt
I said "Hop on in"
He sais "thanks a lot for the lift
I forgive you of your sins
Yeah I just come from Jerusalem
Where things are going bad
Ahhh gimme a ride to heaven boy
I need to talk to my dad"

Chorus

Well I didn't know what to do
So I jammed her down in gear
Kind a kicked my feet beneath the seat
I was trying to hide the beer
Ahhh but he just grinned and said "My friend,
I know you must think it's odd
But you got nothin to fear about drinkin a beer
If you share it with the son of God"

Chorus

Well I saw good news in his baby blues
So I stomped it on the floor
I said you have to show me how to get there
I ain't been before
"Well it’s a hard place to find" he said
"But I'll give you a little clue
It ain't somewhere up in the air
Its sittin right here inside with you"
Then right in the middle of that perfect smile
From his robes he pulled a gun
An stuck it up beside my head and said
"How's this for Kingdom Come?"
Well I pulled off scared but I heard him say
As he left me beneath the stars
"The Lord moves in mysterious ways
and tonight, my son ... He’s gonna use your car"

When the people come to Nashville
They walk the downtown streets
They see the car Hank died in
Then they grab a bite to eat

They visit Tootsie's Orchid Lounge
And Ernie's Record Store
Then they stagger on up to Music Row
Where they holler at every door:

I wanna ride in
The car Hank died in
I wanna stretch out in the back of that big ole Cadillac
Ride that shiny car to every honky-tonk and bar


Well, the bar room walls are shinin'
With the pictures of the stars
And the pawn shop walls are cluttered
With broken dreams and old guitars

The club rooms are filled with singers
Their voices are full of pain
Their songs are all 'bout Nashville
And each sings the same refrain:

I wanna ride in
The car Hank died in
I wanna stretch out in the back of that big ole Cadillac
Ride that shiny car to every honky-tonk and bar

Now, there's empty space up on Opry Place
They tore the church house down
And the choir's run away with the circus
To the tent show outside town

Where their air-conditioned big top
Is all carpeted inside
To see 'em sing their songs down in the spotlight
Where you never know they cried:


I wanna ride in (Indeed, I do)
The car Hank died in
I wanna stretch out in the back of that big ole Cadillac
Ride that shiny car to every honky-tonk and bar
I wanna stretch out in the back of that big ole Cadillac
Ride that shiny car to every honky-tonk and
Honky-tonk and bar

I tend to wear these (well at least at the weekend)........

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I don't drive much, but when I do I prefer to just have socks on. I feel like shoes impede my pedal control. If I am wearing shoes while driving, they would be a beat up pair of slip ons. I have a ratty pair of Sebagos which I typically put on to go to the grocery, cleaners, and such in the neighborhood and they have served as driving shoes on occasion.

Stan doesn't give me OCD vibes.  But yeah, you do.  But we're alike in that regard.  I think it's facilitated a sort of bonding between us.

Okay... this is getting really touchy feely support group.