Interesting that the Lounge Lizards hail from and perform in that hotbed of liberalism, Texas. I don't know if they need bodyguards or not.

Here's a song Doc Watson sings (he also sings many serious spirituals, of course).

"Open Up Them Pearly Gates"

Come on all you sinners,
If you wanna go to heaven (heaven)
You better get right down on your knees and pray.
All you gamblin' sinners,
You better stop shoutin' that "seven, eleven!"
Or you won't be ready when you get to judgement day.

(chorus)
Open up them pearly gates,
Open up them pearly gates,
Open up them pearly gates for me.
When you hear that trumpet blast,
I'll be comin' home at last.
Open up them pearly gates for me.

I done had a vision,
I seen them pearly gates a-closin,
And I seen you sinners all outside.
You better make your decision,
You better hope that you'll be chosen (chosen),
It'll be too late when you've laid down and died.

You better go out to your chicken pen
And ask yourself an honest question,
And the good Lord, He's gonna know it if you lie.
You better turn all them chickens loose,
Or you're gonna die of indigestion,
If you eat that stolen chicken pie.

You better take that old keg of gin
And pour it all right in the river,
And you'd better not let old Satan stay your hand.
'Cause if you fill it up again,
It's gonna eat a hole right in your liver,
And the gate won't open when you get to the promised land.

--seed