old 97's
champaign, illinois
The bottom line's been snorted The bottom card's been dealt No one knows like you know right now How truly bad it felt  All your life you wasted On dreamin' about the day, Worker bees kill off their queen and carry all her eggs away  Oh and if you die fearin' God And painfully employed You will not go to heaven, You'll go to Champaign, Illinois  Up north in Chicago Where booze makes no one blush Memories come back to you In a double bourbon rush  But memories aren't all bad Yeah and neither, my friend, are you there is an argument there must be some heaven left for hearts that are half true  Oh and if you spend your whole life Driving horses into Troy You will not go to heaven You'll go to Champaign, Illinois  No you will not go to heaven You'll go to Champaign, Illinois  Roll on blacktop highway In circles towards the sun Springfield's in the distance, and that's the last big one  After that comes judgment, Yeah and judgment will be swift You will be eliminated, But here's a parting gift:  Oh and if you die fearing God And painfully employed No you will not go to heaven You'll go to Champaign, Illinois  No you will not go to heaven You'll go to Champaign, Illinois  No you will not go to heaven You'll go to Champaign, Illinois