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

Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds
I hope my sight of Heaven feels just like a little town
When it's my turn and they lay me down
The good ol' 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 this cat head biscuit to catfish in the river
Winding gravel driveway, my mansion in the sky
And a front porch big enough for this ol' sinner's whole bloodline
There's fields full of peanuts and there's homemade wine
There's dirt roads and planted piles

Yeah, I hope there country in the clouds
I hope my sight of Heaven feels just like a little town
When it's my time and they lay me down
A good ol' 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 keepers 'til they call us in for supper

Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds
I hope my sight of Heaven feels just like it's way on out
When it's my time, they lay me down
The good ol' boy, it'd be just so, there's country in the clouds

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah