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