Juicy John Pink

Well, I opened my eyes this mornin' I wasn't at home in bed There were four angels standin' 'round me I thought I must be dead Yeah, I opened my eyes this mornin' Thought I must be dead There were four angels standin' 'round me And the room was painted red Won't you have mercy on your wicked son? Take me up to heaven, not hell where I belong, yeah Well, the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall Four angels standin' 'round me And it weren't no social call Yeah, the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall Fell down on my knees prayin', Lord But it didn't do no good at all Won't you have mercy on your wicked son? Take me up to heaven, not hell where I belong, yeah