"Country In The Clouds" lyrics

I hope that momma'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 a sin to wish there's a couple deer stands in the trees?

Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds
I hope my side of heaven feels just like a little town
When it's my time and they lay me down
The good old 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 there's cathead biscuits and catfish in the river
A winding gravel driveway, my mansion in the sky
And a front porch big enough for this old sinner's whole bloodline
There's fields full of peanuts and there's homemade wine
There's dirt roads and planted pines

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

Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds
I hope my side of heaven feels just like it's way on out
When it's my time and they lay me down
The good old boy in me just hopes there's country in the clouds
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah