If Heaven Was a House

Writers: Marti Dodson, David Morris, Joyce Sampson

If Heaven was a house
Would it be a mansion?
Cause it ain't what I imagine
When I close my eyes
I see a little fence
White picket with a front porch
Rocking chairs and a screen door
And when I go inside

Grandma's at the kitchen table
Folding her clean clothes
Johnny's on the radio
And there's biscuits on the stove

There's family photos on the wall
See all the ones I thought I lost
I hope someday I'm hanging up there too
Yeah, Saturday night's playing cards
And Daddy's smoking good cigars
There ain't no pain cause we're all made brand new

If heaven was a house
I'd hang out in the back yard
With the hood up on an old car
My buddy next to me
Ain't seen him in a while
Since senior year of high school
He missed a curve in that Malibu
Said he didn't feel a thing

We'd come in for supper
When the lightning bugs came out
Grampa watching baseball
With his feet up on the couch

There's family photos on the wall
See all the ones I thought I lost
I hope someday I'm hanging up there too
Yeah, Saturday night's playing cards
And Daddy's smoking good cigars
There ain't no pain cause we're all made brand new

We'd get to stay forever
Cause they'd never tear it down

If heaven was a house