Heaven Down Here

At seventeen we were growing up

Hauling pallets in a hand me down Truck

I still can't believe we never got Caught

A 12 pack at the circle K

We'd use your brothers out of state Fake

We'd turn a Friday night loss into Something we could celebrate,

It was just an old spot at the end of A no name road

And I never thought I'd be sittin Out here alone

But I gotta know

Are those dirt roads really made of Gold

Does your bass pro hat look like a Halo

Does the home team still wear Green on Friday nights,

Ya I'm doin all I can to see the Bigger plan

And we both know your in better Hands

I'm still sitting here fishin and Sippin on an ice cold beer,

Wishin you were

In heaven down

I still park by the football field

They got your #81 hanging up There still

I don't give a damn man I just Wanna see you again

Man it feels like yesterday

We were cruising around in my Chevrolet

Bumpin FGL singing that's how we do It round here,

Every now and then I still hit that No name road

Cause it's the only place I feel Like I'm not alone

But are those dirt roads really Made of gold

Does your bass pro hat look like a Halo

Does the home team still wear Green on Friday nights,

Ya I'm doin all I can to see the Bigger plan

And we both know your in better Hands

I'm still sitting here fishin and Sippin on an ice cold beer,

Wishin you were

In heaven down

Here it ain't the same without you

I find myself still thinking back to

The nights the days

The memories made

Damn I wanna see your face

But are those dirt roads really Made of gold

Does your bass pro hat look like a Halo

Does the home team still wear Green on Friday nights,

Ya I'm doin all I can to see the Bigger plan

And we both know your in better Hands

I'm still sitting here fishin and Sippin on an ice cold beer,

Ya I'll be sitting here fishin and Sippin on an ice cold beer