YOUR STARS AND BARS WON'T GET YOU INTO HEAVEN ANYMORE
YOUR STARS AND BARS WON'T GET YOU INTO HEAVEN ANYMORE
“Your Flag Decal Won’t Get You Into Heaven Anymore”
music and lyrics by John Prine, copyright © 1971
new lyrics by Roy Zimmerman and Melanie Harby, copyright © 2024
music and lyrics by John Prine, copyright © 1971
new lyrics by Roy Zimmerman and Melanie Harby, copyright © 2024
While perusing Guns and Ammo in the back of a convenience store
A peel-and-stick Confederate flag fell out on the floor
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside, slapped it on my window shield
And if I could see old General Lee, I'd tell him how good I feel
But your Stars and Bars won't get you into Heaven anymore
Saint Peter sees that banner, he won’t let you in the door
Now Jesus don't like fighting on the wrong side of that war
And your Stars and Bars won't get you into Heaven anymore
Well, I went to my local rally and the Wizard said to me,
"Join the Patriot Militia, we'll give you ten of them flags for free."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit, I took him up on what he said
And I stuck them stickers all over my truck and one on my wife's forehead
Then I scratched my head and I asked myself, “What Would Jesus Do?”
So I bitched about the state of the world, then I blamed a Jew
And I tied a noose and I punched a cop, pooped on the Capitol floor
But I plumb run out of Confederate flags, so I went back and got some more
(chorus)
Well, I got my window shield so filled with flags I couldn't see
So, I ran the truck upside a curb and right into a tree
By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead
And I'll never understand why the man standing at the Pearly Gates said…
Son, your Stars and Bars won't get you into Heaven anymore
Your Rebel Yell just ain’t angelic, and furthermore
Jesus don't like fighting on the wrong side of that war
And your Stars and Bars won't get you into Heaven anymore
A peel-and-stick Confederate flag fell out on the floor
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside, slapped it on my window shield
And if I could see old General Lee, I'd tell him how good I feel
But your Stars and Bars won't get you into Heaven anymore
Saint Peter sees that banner, he won’t let you in the door
Now Jesus don't like fighting on the wrong side of that war
And your Stars and Bars won't get you into Heaven anymore
Well, I went to my local rally and the Wizard said to me,
"Join the Patriot Militia, we'll give you ten of them flags for free."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit, I took him up on what he said
And I stuck them stickers all over my truck and one on my wife's forehead
Then I scratched my head and I asked myself, “What Would Jesus Do?”
So I bitched about the state of the world, then I blamed a Jew
And I tied a noose and I punched a cop, pooped on the Capitol floor
But I plumb run out of Confederate flags, so I went back and got some more
(chorus)
Well, I got my window shield so filled with flags I couldn't see
So, I ran the truck upside a curb and right into a tree
By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead
And I'll never understand why the man standing at the Pearly Gates said…
Son, your Stars and Bars won't get you into Heaven anymore
Your Rebel Yell just ain’t angelic, and furthermore
Jesus don't like fighting on the wrong side of that war
And your Stars and Bars won't get you into Heaven anymore