Lighter, not sure is this is what you have in mind, but there seems to be an older "Ain't Gonna Grieve" out there. Public Domain Music lists "I Ain't Gonna Grieve No More" with a date of 1865. No source is listed. Anyone have it? pdinfo

Here are some songs that might be related.

Lyr. Add: OH YOU CAIN'T GO HEAVEN

Oh you cain't go to heaven
In a rockin' chair,
Git down on your knees
An' say a prayer.

Oh you cain't go to heaven
In them dancin' shoes,
An' you cain't go to heaven
With your belly full of booze.

An' you cain't go to heaven
On them roller skates,
You'll roll right by
The golden gates.

If you get there
Before I do
Just tell the Lord
I'm a-comin' too.

If you get there,
Before I do,
Just bore a hole
An' pull me through.

Oh the devil's mad
An' I am glad,
He lost a soul
That he thought he had.

Mr Charles McMahon, Joplin, MO, 1928. The last three verses uses in several songs (floaters).
From Vance Randolph, "Ozark Folksongs," vol. 2, no. 300, p. 386 of revised edition. Randolph mentions a similar text under the title "I Ain't Gonna Grieve My Lord No More" in the Aurora MO Advertiser, 1940.

This song is listed first in "The Traditional Ballad Index" under the title "Ain't Gonna Grieve My Lord No More." www.csufresno.edu/folklore/BalladIndex.html#R300

Brown has a similar song under "Ain't Gonna Worry My Lord No More," vol. 3 no. 549, with music, coll. 1919-1920 from W. S. Sander, possibly Durham NC.
First verse:

O, down in the valley where I was told
The grace of God is better than gold.
Down in the valley where I was told
Grace of God is better than gold.

Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more,
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

Joe Offer has the books, perhaps he will post the entire entry (I have only the music, Volume V).

Lyr. Add: AIN'T GONNA GRIEVE MY LORD NO MORE (3)

verse 1
O, th Deacon went down
To th celler to pray
He fell on his knees
And I heard him say
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

Chorus:
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more (3x)

verse 2
O, I can't get to Heaven
In a rockin' chair
Cause th Lord don't know
No ladies up there
O, I can't get to heaven
In a rockin' chair
Cause th Lord don't know
No ladies up there
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

verse 3
O, I can't get to Heaven
On roller skates
Cause I'll roll right by
Those pearly gates
O, I can't get to Heaven
On roller skates
Cause I'll roll right by
Those pearly gates
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

verse 4
O, I can't get to Heaven
In a limosine
Cause th Lord don't have
No gasoline
O, I can't get to Heaven
In a limosine
Cause th Lord don't have
No gasoline
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

verse 6
O. th Deacon came up
From th cellar where he prayed
He picked his Bible up
From th table where it laid
O, th Deacon came up
From th cellar where he prayed
He picked his Bible up
From the table where it laid.

Sung by Mary Kainytop, Springfield, IL, 1967. The Max Hunter Folk Song Collection, with RealAudio. Grieve My Lord

The following previously posted in a thread on Ging Gang Gooly (9065)

One of these days, 'bout twelve o'clock
This old world's gonna reel and rock,
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more,
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more,

I'm goin' to Heaven and I'm gonna ride
Six white horses side by side,
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

MS of J. R. Jackson, 1915-1916, Auburn, AL.
White remarks that he heard stanza 1 sung with "Pharaoh's Army." Newman I White, 1928 (1965), "American Negro Folk Songs," no. 28, no. 70.

No. 70
Lyr. Add: AIN'T GONNA GRIEVE, MY LORD, NO MORE (4)

Oh! down in the valley where I was told
The grace of God is better than gold
The grace of God is better than gold.

Chorus:
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more,
Ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

Oh! watch the sun, see how it run,
Never let it catch you with your work undone,
Never let it catch you with your work undone.

Oh! down yonder in the harvest field,
The angels are working on the chariot wheel
The angels are working on the chariot wheel.

Oh! Satan's like a snake in the grass,
Always in some Christian's path (2x).

Oh! mind, my sister, how you walk on the cross,
Your right foot'll slip and your soul'll get lost (2x).

These verses used in many similar songs. MS of W. H. Lander, 1919, Durham, NC.