ترانه و شعر با صدای Dylan Marlowe & Conner Smith
I hope that mama'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 sin to wish there's a couple deer stands in the trees?
Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds I hope my sight of Heaven feels just like a little town When it's my turn and they lay me down The good ol' 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 this cat head biscuit to catfish in the river Winding gravel driveway, my mansion in the sky And a front porch big enough for this ol' sinner's whole bloodline There's fields full of peanuts and there's homemade wine There's dirt roads and planted piles
Yeah, I hope there country in the clouds I hope my sight of Heaven feels just like a little town When it's my time and they lay me down A good ol' 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 keepers 'til they call us in for supper
Yeah, I hope there's country in the clouds I hope my sight of Heaven feels just like it's way on out When it's my time, they lay me down The good ol' boy, it'd be just so, there's country in the clouds
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah