Hell on Earth

Son, do you know where you're gonna go?
Son, when you die
Well, I've been asked that a hundred thousand times
Oh, I wasn't sure, but I asked around
And I found most people die and go to Hell before they ever hit the ground

'Cause they wake up early, they still run late
Curse every man, woman, and child on the interstate
Oh, and you clock in 'til you clock out and you drive back home
Son, how you gonna find a paradise in the sky if you ain't found the one you're on?

I wasn't born in West Virginia, but that's damn sure where I'll die
You can put my ashes in the creek and let me float on by
All I need is an acre and a half on a chert gravel road
A two-room shack and a wood-burning stove
I'll sit and watch that Tug Fork flow
'Til the day that the good Lord calls me home

I'm tired of waking up early and still running late
Cursin' every man, woman, and child on the interstate
Oh, and you clock in 'til you clock out and you drive back home
Son, how you gonna find a paradise in the sky if you ain't found the one you're on?

Son, do you know where you're gonna go?
Son, when you die