I Dreamed of a Hill-Billy Heaven

Wah, wah, wah, waaahhhh
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
Oh what a beautiful sight
Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly heaven. And you know who greeted
me at the gate? The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers. He said
to me, he said "Tex, the Big Boss of the riders up here has asked me to
kinda show you around. Now, over yonder are a couple of your ole
compadres." My, was I glad to see them, Carson Robison and the
Mississippi blue yodeler Jimmie Rodgers.
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
Oh what a beautiful sight
He introduced me to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with
all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls. Then he said,
"Tex, step over this way, there are two more of your friends I know
you'll want to see, they're waitin' for you." There they were standin'
side by side and smilin' at me--Hank Williams and Johnny Horton.
I met all the stars in hillbilly heaven
Oh what a star-studded night
Then I asked him who else do you expect in the next, uh, say a hundred
years? He handed me a large book covered with star dust. Will called it
the Big Tally Book. In it were many names and each name was branded in
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley,
Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie, Jimmy
Dean, Andy Griffith, Roy Rogers, Tex Ritter
Whaaaatttt?
Tex Ritter? Oh, well, that's when I woke up, and I'm sorry I did, because
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
Oh what a beautiful sight