That Kind Of Heaven

THAT KIND OF HEAVEN
(Patrick Jason Matthews/Marty Dodson)

I'd feel so out of place around those pearly gates
And I wouldn't dare to walk on streets of gold
Now I may never earn a mansion here on Earth
And the thought of one up there leaves me cold

All I need's a cabin and a well-stocked fishing hole
My daddy and my grandpa waiting with an extra pole...

I wanna go to that kind of Heaven
Where things are kinda like they used to be
It'd be Paradise to me
If we could all sit around on Sunday
Eatin' Grandma's chicken and dressing
When it's my time to go
I wanna go to that kind of Heaven

No offense to to St. Pete but if it was up to me I'd have my mama walking to your throne
And Lord if it's all the same
I'd rather hear her say my name
Than to hear a thousand angels sing me home

What I'd give for Billy Walker to have his legs back once again
So we could ride our bikes and laugh just like we did when we were ten

I wanna go to that kind of Heaven
Where things are kinda like they used to be
It'd be Paradise to me
If we could all sit around on Sunday
Catchin' up and countin' our blessings
When it's my time to go
I wanna go to that kind of Heaven
O-o-oh