Heaven, Hell or Houston Songtext
von Kari Peitsamo

I was born with a guitar by my cradle
My momma, she sewed my new blue jeans
And daddy hit me but I hit back
And that made me the hoodlum you are now looking at

I never bothered much to go to school
Never bothered much to teachers listen
But still take my word, I am not a fool
′Cause I'm a traveling musician

It may be Heaven, Hell or Houston
Where I′m going tonight, I don't know
It may be Heaven, Hell or Houston
But I promise you to put up a good show


Many girls I have loved
But many girls have not loved me
I'm a lonely rider long way from home
My promised land I am yet to see

The Devil, he offered me whiskey
And Jesus, he offered me hope
But ZZ Top played some funky blues
That made me all my troubles lose

It may be Heaven, Hell or Houston
Where I′m going tonight, I don′t know
It may be Heaven, Hell or Houston
But I promise you to put up a good show
Yes, I promise you to put up a good show