Colleagues,
I've been singing this for over 30 years and transcribed it slightly differently - corrections in CAPS below:

FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN

[Spoken] Now good people I wagoned and farmed for over twenty years and the style on my wagoning firm IS the Macon Midway Mule and Mitchell Wagon Transportation Company. Situated on the dividing line, operated by gentlemen on and up to time. Main office eight and a quarter mile East Main Street, Murfreesboro and ten and three-quarters West Main Street, Woodbury, Tennessee. Now here's my song!

I remember the year when I begIn to haul, it was during the summer time
Back in the those good old days, you could find whisky, beer and wine
I'd walk right in to every saloon, I was strictly up to time
THERE Never was a night that I didn't drive home, wASN'T pullING the end of A line

Chorus:
Been wagoning for over twenty years, and living on the farm
I'll bet a hundred dollars to a half a ginger cake, I'LL BE here when the trucks is gone

I'LL tell you now, THAT THE bone-dry'S COME, you can't find whisky that'S good
Done quit all of my drinking, done gone to serving God
I love to go to big meetings, and I'm a-gonna tell you why
I love to sing and pray to God, sweet Heaven when I die

Chorus

An auto-truck has a DRIVING wheel, while I hold my line
OH when my feet and body gets cold, I'm walking half the time
I speak right to my power, they understand my talk
And when I holler, WAGON RIGHT, they know just WHERE to walk.

Chorus

An auto-truck runs quick and fast, a wagon hasn't THE speed
Four good mules and a Mitchell wagon is the safest, LOAD yes indeed
I'm on my way to Heaven, and I'LL tell you just how I feel
I'd druther ride a wagon and go to Heaven, than to Hell in an automobile

FINAL CHORUS

NOTE: The 'bone dry' refers to the Federal Prohibition of Alcohol Act in force from 1920 to 1933. So Uncle Dave was taking a swipe at bad bootleg whiskey.