Trace Adkins "My heaven" |
Everybody has their own idea of heaven What kind of paradise they'll see Pearly gates, streets of gold No gettin' sick or growin' old Sounds like a beautiful place to be But as for me My heaven Is a wood-frame house With a great big porch goin' all the way around Sittin' on a swing listenin' to the sound of the birds singin' My heaven Is a warm summer day In the back yard While the kids all play Flys and mosquitoes stay away While we're eatin' watermelon Thats my heaven You're always gonna find a few non-believers Those who stay lost in the dark But I believe there is a place Full of light and love and grace And i dont believe its all that far In my heart My heaven Is a cell phone ring While i'm at work And the only thing that you have to say Is you miss me and get home in a hurry My heaven Is the very worst day That i spent with you When you were so mad But I still knew That nobody would leave Cause that don't happen In my heaven My heaven Is where I am now On the front porch Of a wood-frame house Swingin' with you Just lookin' around At all i've been given And this life i'm livin Is my heaven My heaven My heaven Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |