I told my mom good-bye,
when I was eighteen.
She told me bye for good,
at age sixty three.
She was an angel right here on earth,
there was sure a fine line between heaven and her.

I went and married the woman I loved,
Three years of me later and she'd had enough.
Just one more angel I didn't deserve.
There was sure a fine line between heaven and her.

Feels like everything I love I lose,
God giveth and He takes away.
Prayings the right thing to do,
But I don't feel like prayin' today.
So I think I'll just sit here and drink for a spell,
cause there's sure a fine line between heaven and hell.

Now I'm headed no where 99 miles an hour,
In a 62' Dodge with three hundred house power,
If she holds together I might get the nerve,
Cross that fine line between heaven and earth