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