Country in the Clouds

I hope that mama's house is right down the golden street

So, I can swing on by in my angel wings

I hope that my bird dog is runnin' in the yard

When I walk right through those gates, she's the first one in my arms

I know the Bible says that it's as perfect as can be

Is it a sin to wish there's a couple deer stands in the trees?

Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds

I hope my side of heaven feels just like a little town

When it's my time and they lay me down

The good old boy in me just hopes there's country in the clouds

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

I know my grandma's up there, heaven knows I miss her

I pray there's cathead biscuits and catfish in the river

A windin' gravel driveway, my mansion in the sky

And a front porch big enough for this old sinner's whole bloodline

There's fields full of peanuts and there's homemade wine

There's dirt roads and planted pines

Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds

I hope my side of heaven feels just like a little town

When it's my time and they lay me down

The good old boy in me just hopes there's country in the clouds

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Every afternoon, His praises we'll sing

Glory to the highest, the King of Kings

And maybe me and Jesus, my daddy, and my brothers

Will go catch a couple of keepers 'til they call us in for supper

Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds

I hope my side of heaven feels just like it's way on out

When it's my time and they lay me down

The good old boy in me just hopes there's country in the clouds

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah