Wouldn't That Be Nice (Ode to Paradise, KY)

I can’t imagine what it would be like
To come in with dirt on my shoes late at night
From the streets of paradise

I often think about, oh, the day
That I’d get to work the same clay that my daddy did
And wouldn’t that be nice

I’d go to church where my momma did
I’d belt out those same hymns
And wouldn’t that be nice

How sweet it would be
To feel that Green River air blowing through me
As I, as I cast another line

I’d go to church where my momma did
I’d belt out those same hymns
And wouldn’t that be nice

Company man wiped away sweet Paradise
And he took the memories
Of my sweet life

I’d go to church where my momma did
I’d belt out those same hymns
And wouldn’t that be nice

Wouldn’t that be nice
Wouldn’t that be nice