Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Lead Vocals
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Justin Niebank
Programming
David Dorn
Synthesizer
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty McCreery
Songwriter
Jeremy Bussey
Songwriter
Taylor Delmar Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Producer
Derek Wells
Producer
Aaron Eshuis
Producer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Roberts
Assistant Recording Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I believe this life we're living
Ain't all there is
And there's something better up there
Waiting after this
I've sat on Sunday mornings
Listened to that preacher preach
And I get what he's sayin'
Man, if you ask me
You think pearly gates
You think streets of gold
And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road
You think skies of blue
You think angels' wings
I think grandpa on an old creek bank and a Zebco 33
We all got our own opinions
We all believe what we believe
But everything that's Heaven to you
Is Carolina to me
I've already walked with Jesus
Going through Kill Devil Hills
And I've talked to God face to face
Sitting high up in Linville
But if you still want your mansion
And your perfect paradise
Then go on and get yours
And I'll head on back to mine
You think pearly gates
You think streets of gold
And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road
You think skies of blue
You think angels' wings
I think wild horses on the Outer Banks runnin' up and down the beach
We all got our own opinions
We all believe what we believe
But everything that's Heaven to you
Is Carolina to me
Well if you still want your mansion
And your perfect paradise
Then go on and get yours
And I'll head on back to mine
You think pearly gates
You think streets of gold
And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road
You think skies of blue
You think angels' wings
And I think about ole
Andy Griffith whistling on TV
We all got our own opinions
We all believe what we believe
But everything that's Heaven to you
Is Carolina to me
Is Carolina to me
Writer(s): Scotty Mccreery, Jeremy Bussey, Taylor Delmar Phillips
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