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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 the swing, listenin' to the sounds of the birds sing
My heaven is a warm summer day
In the backyard while the kids all play
Flies and mosquitos stay away while we're eatin' watermelon
That's my heaven
You're always going to find a few non-believers
Those who stay lost in the dark
But I believe there is a place full of light, love, and grace
And I don't believe that it's 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 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