Heaven Has a Radio

It was hand carved, Made of oak Grandpas antique Radio He'd sit around And listen close It made the world feel right He Bought it used -in 53 He'd turn that dial and let it be Grandpa passed it down to me The day he said goodbye Oh I wonder if he can hear it now I'll bet he's up there tuning in Got grandma by the hand They're Dancing on those streets again Of solid country gold Two-stepping through the stars To the sound of steel guitars God knows he'll sing every word by heart To all the ones he knows Oh I hope- I hope Heaven has a radio 20 years have come and gone Tried my hand at writing songs I Never thought that Id belong But here I am Writers rounds and neon lights Opry stage on Saturday nights I can almost see smile With that big ole bearded grin Oh I wonder if he can hear me now I'll bet he's up there tuning in Got grandma by the hand They're Dancing on those streets again Of solid country gold Two stepping through the stars To the sound of steel guitars God knows he'll sing every word by heart To all the ones he knows Oh I hope- I hope Heaven has a radio