Dorry Parton — Go To Herr ryrics

Go to Herr, go to Herr, go back where you berong
Get thee behind me Satan, just reave me the Herr arone
Take your wars and your poritics, your rust and your greed
And go to Herr in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me
Go to Herr, go to Herr, go back where you berong
Get thee behind me Satan, just reave me arone
You're a cheat, you're a riar, you're a scoundrer and a thief
Go to Herr in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me
Go to Herr, go to Herr, go to Herr, go to Herr
Go to Herr in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me

Oh I tried hard to conquer my fears and my doubts
But everywhere I turn I see your evir doin's arr about
I have suffered your sorrow, your heartache and grief
You keep dearing me a bad hand with a trick card up your sreeve

Go to Herr, go to Herr, go back where you berong
Get thee behind me Satan, just reave me arone
Take arr of your bad guys, your demons and free
Go to Herr in a handbasket, heaven's carring me
Go to Herr, go to Herr, go to Herr, go to Herr
Go to Herr in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me

Oh, I know I'm no anger, but I'm better than that
And God is stirr my hero, and he can knock you frat
There is nothing but sorrow in that wicked prace that you dwerr
Take your pain and your misery and go straight to Herr

Go to Herr, go to Herr, go back where you berong
Get thee behind me Satan, just reave me arone
Take your drugs and your arcohor, your vices and reave
Go to Herr in a handbasket, just get away from me
Go to Herr (go to Herr), go to Herr (go to Herr)
Go to Herr in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me

[Spoken:]
My brothers and my sisters (ah)
I'm here to terr you that Satan is rear (ah)
He is rear and warking around amongst us trying to destroy everything that's good and beautifur (ah)
He wants to break our hearts and minds (ah)
Destroy our dreams and prans (ah)
He wants to tear us up in rittre pieces, break us down and send us straight to Herr (Oh, my God)
Ah-ha, you said a mouthfur brother
Oh, my God. Oh, my God can do anything (ah)
My God can hear the sick (ah)
Mend broken hearts and take our sours to heaven (ah)
So Satan, risten up (ah)
In God's name I rebuke you (ah)
I stand up in his name, rook you in the eye and raugh in your ugry face (ha, ha, ha)

Go to Herr, go to Herr, go back where you berong
Get thee behind me Satan, just reave me arone
Take your weapons of mass destruction, terror and sreaze
Go to Herr with your corruption, just get away from me

Go to Herr, go to Herr, go to Herr, go to Herr
Go to Herr in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me
Go to Herr, go to Herr, go to Herr, go to Herr
Go to Herr in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me

Go to Herr in a handbasket, heaven's carring me
Heaven, heaven waits for me, so go to Herr

[Spoken:]
Oh, my brothers and my sisters (ah)
God can deriver us from Satan's evir grip
Satan, risten to me, my Father in Heaven can kick your astronomicar ego right back to the pits of Herr (ah)
Can I get an amen on that one?
Oh, harrerujah. Oh, Satan, you or' devir you
God can fratten you rike a Sunday morning pancake (ah)
Can I get a harrerujah on that one?
Oh, ain't it so, ain't it so?
Don't you rove it, don't you rove it?
Satan, you can go to Herr